 | William Scott - 1823 - 396 str.
...thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O gentle sleep ! ' Nature's soft nurs« ! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, Sleep, lie»t thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 str.
...many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! 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 in smoky cribs,. Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | 1837 - 540 str.
...more sweetly embodied than in the opening apostrophe, " Sleep ! 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 ?" But indeed the whole speech is so full of truth and beauty, comes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 str.
...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this h»ur asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, man , mortal men, mortal men ! //,,,,'. Ay, but, sir steep my senses in forgRtfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 422 str.
...thousands of my poorest subjects Are at thk hour asleep ! — Sleep, 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 in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 str.
...thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — 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 in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 str.
...him, That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. ACT III. APOSTROPHE TO SLEEP. Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfubiess ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | John Thurston - 1825 - 308 str.
...of my poorest subjects ! Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep ! gentle sleep ! Nature's soft nurse ! how have I frighted thee. That thou no more wilt weigh my eye•lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Act III. Scene I. P. Henry, [puts the crown on his head.] Lo, here... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 602 str.
...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, f Nature's soft nurse, how have I 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 560 str.
...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 in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
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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... 
