How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! 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 in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou... Horace: with notes by C. Girdlestone and W.A. Osborne - Page 81by Quintus Horatius Flaccus - 1848 - 12 pagesFull view - About this book
| Tony Childs, Jackie Moore - English literature - 2003 - 166 pages
...I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon...perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of cost|y state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile... | |
| William Shakespeare - Drama - 2011 - 404 pages
...frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetf ulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, 10 And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,... | |
| William Shakespeare - Dramatists, English - 2007 - 1288 pages
...frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? . And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [Exit BALTHASAR. Well, Juliet, I husht with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the... | |
| Sara Emilie Guyer - Literary Criticism - 2007 - 392 pages
...Oxford University Press, 1904), 202. 23. In the apostrophe to sleep in 2 Henry IV, King Henry asks: Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushedw1th buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the... | |
| William Shakespeare - Drama - 2007 - 36 pages
...frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather Sleep liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee 10 And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,... | |
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