 | New Church gen. confer - 1875 - 618 стор.
...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! 0 sleep, 0 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... | |
 | Louis-Pierre Siret - 1815 - 198 стор.
...of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! О sleep , О 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 forgetralness ! Why rather , sleep , ly'st thou in smoky cribs , • i - j и Upon... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1816 - 452 стор.
...many thousands of ray 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 eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, ly'st thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Scott - 1817 - 416 стор.
...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 smoaky cribs, Upon uneasy paltets... | |
 | Henry Home (lord Kames.), Lord Henry Home Kames - 1817 - 532 стор.
...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 eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | Richard Lobb - 1817 - 430 стор.
...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, ly'st thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 560 стор.
...thousand 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 eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | John Moore - 1820 - 476 стор.
...Address to Sleep into the mouth of this monarch.— 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 cribj, Upon uneasy pallets... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 422 стор.
...many thousand 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 fdrgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs. Upon un.ea.sy pallet's... | |
 | William Scott - 1819 - 366 стор.
...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 rathe'r, Sleep, liest thoii 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... 
