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Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
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.
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.
Living is a disease from which sleep gives us relief eight hours a day.
Living is a disease from which sleep gives us relief eight hours a day.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Better to get up late and be wide awake than to get up early and be asleep all day.
Better to get up late and be wide awake than to get up early and be asleep all day.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.
Sleep on, Baby, on the floor,
Tired of all the playing,
Sleep with smile the sweeter for
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Sleep on, Baby, on the floor,
Tired of all the playing,
Sleep with smile the sweeter for
That you dropped away in!
On your curls' full roundness stand
Golden lights serenely--
One cheek, pushed out by the hand,
Folds the dimple inly.
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.
