 O 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...  Elements of Criticism - Seite 67von Lord Henry Home Kames - 1762Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 372 Seiten
...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 eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 Seiten
...many thousands 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 down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,. Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | 1837 - 540 Seiten
...more sweetly embodied than in the opening apostrophe, " 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 ?" But indeed the whole speech is so full of truth and beauty, comes... | |
 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 Seiten
...thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O gentle sleep ! ' Nature's soft nurs« ! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, Sleep, lie»t thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 Seiten
...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this h»ur asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, man , mortal men, mortal men ! //,,,,'. Ay, but, sir steep my senses in forgRtfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 Seiten
...thousands 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 down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 Seiten
...him, That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. ACT III. APOSTROPHE TO SLEEP. Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfubiess ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 422 Seiten
...thousands of my poorest subjects Are at thk 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 518 Seiten
...thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sletp, gentle sleep, Natur*1'» sou nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelid* down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs. Upon... | |
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