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Page 168
... sleep . O , then how fearful is it to reflect That through the still globe's awful solitude , No being wakes but me ! till stealing sleep My drooping temples bathes in opiate dews . Nor then let dreams , of wanton folly born , My senses ...
... sleep . O , then how fearful is it to reflect That through the still globe's awful solitude , No being wakes but me ! till stealing sleep My drooping temples bathes in opiate dews . Nor then let dreams , of wanton folly born , My senses ...
Page 237
... Sleeping Beauty SLEEP on , and dream of Heaven awhile- Though shut so close thy laughing eyes , Thy rosy lips still wear a smile And move , and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah , now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of ...
... Sleeping Beauty SLEEP on , and dream of Heaven awhile- Though shut so close thy laughing eyes , Thy rosy lips still wear a smile And move , and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah , now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of ...
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... sleep ! it is a gentle thing , Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given ! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven , That slid into my soul . The silly buckets on the deck , That had so long remained , I dreamt that ...
... sleep ! it is a gentle thing , Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given ! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven , That slid into my soul . The silly buckets on the deck , That had so long remained , I dreamt that ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL Of Dorset 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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