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Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!
And fold me up, as evening doth a flower,
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Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!
And fold me up, as evening doth a flower,
From my vain self, and vain things which have power
Upon my soul to make me smile or weep.
And when thou comest, oh, like Death be deep.
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished read more
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.
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.
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?
Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night.
Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night.
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.
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.
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.