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How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not read more
How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain
Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams.
His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve
In soft repose; on him the balmy dews
Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May read more
Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling,
Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!
I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord,
only makest me dwell in safety.
I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord,
only makest me dwell in safety.
There is nowhere in the world where sleep is so deep as in the
libraries of the House of read more
There is nowhere in the world where sleep is so deep as in the
libraries of the House of Commons.
Lord, remember David, and all his afflictions:
How he sware unto the Lord, and vowed unto the mighty God read more
Lord, remember David, and all his afflictions:
How he sware unto the Lord, and vowed unto the mighty God of
Jacob;
Surely I will not come into the tabernacle of my house, nor go up
into my bed;
I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids,
Until I find a place for the Lord, an habitation for the mighty
God of Jacob.
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the
bread of sorrows: read more
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the
bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
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.
Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.
Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.