PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... sleep- No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart - ache , and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to ; - ' tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd . To die ; —to sleep ; To sleep ! perchance to dream ; -ay , there ' s ...
... sleep- No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart - ache , and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to ; - ' tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd . To die ; —to sleep ; To sleep ! perchance to dream ; -ay , there ' s ...
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... sleep ? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth , And start so often when thou sitt'st alone ? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks : And giv'n my treasures , and my rights of thee , To thick - ey'd musing , and curs'd ...
... sleep ? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth , And start so often when thou sitt'st alone ? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks : And giv'n my treasures , and my rights of thee , To thick - ey'd musing , and curs'd ...
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... sleep , ing : [ Knock . That they did wake each other ! I stood and Get on your night - gown , lest occasion call us , heard them : [ them And show us to be watchers : be not lost But they did say their prayers , and address'd So poorly ...
... sleep , ing : [ Knock . That they did wake each other ! I stood and Get on your night - gown , lest occasion call us , heard them : [ them And show us to be watchers : be not lost But they did say their prayers , and address'd So poorly ...
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