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Still believe that ever round you
Spirits float who watch and wait;
Nor forget the twain who read more
Still believe that ever round you
Spirits float who watch and wait;
Nor forget the twain who found you
Sleeping nigh the Golden Gate.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Many things--such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly--are done worst when we try hardest to do them.
Many things--such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly--are done worst when we try hardest to do them.
Be not among winebibbers; among riotous eaters of flesh:
For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: read more
Be not among winebibbers; among riotous eaters of flesh:
For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: and
drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.
If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there and worrying. It's the worry that read more
If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there and worrying. It's the worry that gets you, not the loss of sleep.
I wasn’t really asleep I was just meditating on unconsciousness.
I wasn’t really asleep I was just meditating on unconsciousness.
Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its read more
Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy.
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise read more
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven
That slid into my soul.
How he sleepeth! having drunken
Weary childhood's mandragore,
From his pretty eyes have sunken
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How he sleepeth! having drunken
Weary childhood's mandragore,
From his pretty eyes have sunken
Pleasures to make room for more--
Sleeping near the withered nosegay which he pulled the day
before.