 | sir Thomas Browne - 1754 - 420 стор.
...as.aftive vigour run My courfe, as doth the nimble fun. Sleep is a death ; 0 make me try, By fleecing, -what it is to die. And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed. How e're Ircfl, great God, let me Awake again, at la ft, ivith tbee. And thus affur'd, tehdd'Ilye Securely,... | |
 | 1746 - 734 стор.
...active vigour run My courfe, as doth the nimble fun. Sleep it a death, O make me try, By fleeping, what it is to die : And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed. Howe'er I reft, great God, let me Awake again at laft with thee. And thus aflur'd, behold I lie Securely, or... | |
 | 1803 - 490 стор.
...active vigour rur.ne My course, as doth the nimble sunns. £leepe is a death, O make me try, By bleeping what it is to die. And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed. ilow ere I rest, great God let me Awake againe at last with Thee. And thus assur'd, behold 1 lie, Securely,... | |
 | James Plumptre - 1811 - 486 стор.
...thought ; And, with an active vigour, run My course, as doth the nimble sun. 4 Sleep is a death, O make me try, By sleeping, what it is to die ; And...now my bed. Howe'er I rest, great God, let me Awake 4gain at last with thee. 5 And, thus assur'd, behold I lie Securely, or to wake or die. These are my... | |
 | Richard Lobb - 1817 - 430 стор.
...conclude this paper: Thou, whose nature cannot sleep, On my temples centry keep. Sleep is a death ; oh ! make me try By sleeping what it is to die; And as gently lay niy head In my grave as on my bed, Howe'er I rest, great God, let me Awake again, at least with thee... | |
 | 1821 - 444 стор.
...holy thought, And with as active vigour run My course, as doth the nimble sun. Sleep is a death ! O, make me try, By sleeping, what it is to die ; And...let me Awake again, at last, with thee ; And, thus assured, behold I lie Securely, or to wake or die. These are my drowsie days, in vain I do now wake... | |
 | 1821 - 488 стор.
...holy thought, And with as active vigour run My course, as doth the nimble sun. Sleep is a death ! 0, make me try, By sleeping, what it is to die ; And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed. Howc'er I rest, great God, let me Awake again, at last, with thee ; And, thus assured, behold I lie... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1822 - 362 стор.
...some holy thought. And with as active vigour run My course as doth the nimble sun. Sleep is a death, O make me try, By sleeping, what it is to die; And as...bed. Howe'er I rest, great God, let me Awake again at least with thee. And thus assur'd, behold I lie Securely, or to wake or die. These are my drowsy days,... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1822 - 366 стор.
...And with as active vigour run • i . My course as doth the nimble sun. ;. .. .; Sleep is a death, O make me try, . - « }.. . By sleeping, what it is...now my bed. . ; ., Howe'er I rest, great God, let me .' ' * .r."« * Awake again at least with thee. These are my drowsy days, in vain I do now wake to... | |
 | 1833 - 958 стор.
...; 1(180. And with an active vigour run My course, as doth the' unwearied sun. Sleep is a death ; so make me try, By sleeping, what it is to die ; And as gently lay my head On my grave, as on my bed ; Howe'er I rest, great God, let me Awake at last again with thee ! » And thus assured,... | |
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Sleep is a death, O make me try. By sleeping, what it is to die ; And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed. 
