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" Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather... "
A View of Society and Manners in Italy: With Anecdotes Relating to Some ... - Page 52
by John Moore - 1795
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Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Volume 3

William Shakespeare - 1797 - 592 pages
...Exit Page. How many thoufand of my pooreft fubjects Are at this hour afleep ! — Sleep, gentle fleep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, fleep, lieft thou in...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....

William Shakespeare - 1800 - 372 pages
...[Exit Page, How many thouftnd of my poorefl fubjefts Are at this hour afieep ! — Sleep, gentle deep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids dowu, And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, fleep, lieft thou in...
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Solitude. Or the Effect of Occasional Retirement on the Mind, the ..., Volume 1

Johann Georg Zimmermann - 1800 - 410 pages
...many thoufands of my pooreft fubjects " Are at this hour afleep !— O, Sleep, O, gentle SJ,eep ! " Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, " That thou no more wilt weigh my eyslids down, " And fteep my fcnfcs iil forgetfulnefs ? " Why rather, Sleep, ly'ft thou...
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The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth

Richard Valpy - 1801 - 114 pages
...Henry. JUTOW many thoufand of my pooreft fub~ jedts "; Are at this hour afleep !— O gentle fleep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ?— Why rather, fleep, lieft thou...
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The Speaker, Or, Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English ...

William Enfield - 1805 - 456 pages
...XVI. HENRY IV'S SOLILOQUY ON SLEEP. xiow many thoufands of my pooreft fubjecls Are at this hour adeep! O gentle Sleep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted...That thou no more wile weigh my eye-lids down, And fteepmy fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, Sleep, lay'ft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets...
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The Hive of Ancient and Modern Literature: A Collection of Essays ...

Solomon Hodgson - 1806 - 362 pages
...Sleep. HOW many thoufands of my pooreft fubje&s Are at this hour afleep ! — O fleep, O gentle fleep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And fteep my fenfes in forgetf ulnefs ? Why rather, fleep, ly'ft thou in...
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The Hive of Ancient and Modern Literature:: A Collection of Essays ...

1806 - 360 pages
...Sleep. HOW many 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 wilt weigh my eyelids down, And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, fleep, ly'ft thou in...
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Elements of Criticism, Volume 2

Lord Henry Home Kames - 1807 - 588 pages
...given even to fleep : Sing Henry. How many thoufands of my pooreft. fubjects Are at this hour afleep ! O gentle Sleep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, Sleep, ly'ft thou in...
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The Works: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings by Robert Anderson, Volume 2

John Moore - 1820 - 476 pages
...did not arrive at the throne by the natural and direct road. Shakespeare puts the following Address to Sleep into the mouth of this monarch.— O Sleep ! 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...
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A view of society and manners in Italy

John Moore, Robert Anderson - 1820 - 470 pages
...did not arrive at the throne by the natural and direct road. Shakespeare puts the following Address to Sleep into the mouth of this monarch. — O Sleep ! O gentle Sleep ! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee. That thou no more wilt weigh ray eyelids down, And steep my senses...
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