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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.
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the
bread of sorrows: read more
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the
bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
It is not good a sleping hound to wake.
It is not good a sleping hound to wake.
Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its read more
Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy.
The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or
much: but the abundance of the read more
The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or
much: but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to
sleep.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.
Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is read more
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
