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...this monarch : , . - - O Sleep ! O gentle Sleep ! Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And...fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, Sleep, lieft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallats ftretching thee, And hufli'd with bufy night-ffies to...

...thousand of my poorest subjects Arc at this hour asleep!—Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee. That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have 1 frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forget fulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...many thousands of my poorest subject* Are at this hour asleep ! O gentle Sleep , Nature's soft nurse , how have I frighted thee , That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness I "Why rather , Sleep , lay'st thou in smoaky cribs ? Upon uneasy...

...many thousand of my poorest subjects are at this hour asleep!—O gentle Sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, that thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids dpwn, and steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, upon uneasy...

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...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

...thoufands of my pooreft fubjects Are at this hour afleep !—O fleep, O gentle fleep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more...And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, fleep, ly'ft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets ftretching thee, And hufh'd with buzzing night-ffies...