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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.
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.
Being on Broadway is the modern equivalent of being a monk. I sleep a lot, eat a lot, and rest read more
Being on Broadway is the modern equivalent of being a monk. I sleep a lot, eat a lot, and rest a lot.
Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music read more
Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music deep,
Now tell me if that any is.
For gift or grace, surpassing this--
"He giveth His beloved sleep."
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.
What probing deep
Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?
What probing deep
Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?
Sleep is like the unicorn - it is rumored to exist, but I doubt I will see any
Sleep is like the unicorn - it is rumored to exist, but I doubt I will see any
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.
Morning is the best of all times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from read more
Morning is the best of all times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from the earth. Night dew clings to the soil and makes plants glisten. Birds call to one another. Bees are already at work.