The Book of Classic English Poetry, 600-1830Edwin Markham W. H. Wise & Company, 1934 - 975 páginas |
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... 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 ...
... 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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... 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 wished . To die - to sleep To sleep ! -perchance to dream ! -ay , there's the ...
... 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 wished . To die - to sleep To sleep ! -perchance to dream ! -ay , there's the ...
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... sleep ; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more - Macbeth shall sleep no more ! " LADY MACBETH . Who was it that thus cried ? Why , worthy thane , You do unbend your noble strength , to think So brainsickly of things . - Go , get some ...
... sleep ; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more - Macbeth shall sleep no more ! " LADY MACBETH . Who was it that thus cried ? Why , worthy thane , You do unbend your noble strength , to think So brainsickly of things . - Go , get some ...
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