 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
 | Margaret Shewring - Literary Criticism - 1998 - 206 pages
...my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smokey cribs Than in the perfumed chambers of the great Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sound of sweetest melody. There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 1996 - 1263 pages
...frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in iorgetfulness? ace? Have we not lost most part of all the towns, By treason, falsehood, and by treach husht with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the... | |
 | John M Ortiz - Music - 1997 - 390 pages
...rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky ctibs, Upon uneasy pallers strerching thee, 8. Sex is an exceprion. And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,...perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of cosrly srare. And lull'd with sound of sweerest melody/9 O EXERCISE 8: Sound Sleeping I . Turn on either... | |
 | Harry Berger, Peter Erickson - Literary Criticism - 1997 - 487 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 uneasy pallets stretching thee And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 1998 - 287 pages
...? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, i O And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber Than in the...the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sound of sweetest melody ? O thou dull god, why li'st thou with the vile 15 In loathsome... | |
 | Lisa Russ Spaar - Poetry - 1999 - 183 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 uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy OO / slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, JO... | |
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