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Sleepy, stupid, indolent finished arranging the books, and after that was totally useless unless it can be called study that I slumbered for three or four hours over a variorum edition of the Gill's-Hill's tragedy.
Osborne should set out for Bath, and compel his son's return, under the hope that a timely interview might restore the deserted girl to a better state of mind, and reproduce in his heart that affection which appeared to have either slumbered or died.
Noureddin, you remember, was to enjoy the gift of immortality, but with this qualification, that he was subjected to long naps of forty, fifty, or a hundred years at a time. Even so Homer and Virgil slumbered through whole centuries. Shakspeare himself enjoyed undisturbed sleep from the age of Charles I., until Garrick waked him.
For at those rare periods when he slept, his sleep was not unconsciousness, not rest: it was a trance of hideous dreams his tongue spoke, his limbs moved, when he slumbered as when he woke.
David began to utter sounds that would have shocked his delicate organs in more wakeful moments; in short, all but Hawkeye and the Mohicans lost every idea of consciousness, in uncontrollable drowsiness. But the watchfulness of these vigilant protectors neither tired nor slumbered.
"Then are her eyes the gutter's color. But Catherine's eyes are twin firmaments." And about them the acacias rustled lazily, and the air was sweet with the odors of growing things, and the world, drenched in moonlight, slumbered. Without was Paris, but old Jehan's garden-wall cloistered Paradise. "Has the world, think you, known lovers, long dead now, that were once as happy as we?"
He relied upon Ringwood and Jowler to guard them through the remainder of the night; and when a hearty meal was eaten he directed his gallant little band to enjoy their wonted repose. Ere long Mary slumbered quietly beside her father, while Boone and Glenn occupied the remaining couch.
When Glenn finished his narrative, Roughgrove rose in silence, and producing a small Bible that he always carried about his person, read in a low, but distinct and impressive tone, several passages which were peculiarly applicable to the state of their feelings. Glenn then approached the couch where William slumbered peacefully.
Had they been less sure that Garnache was drowned, maybe they had slumbered less tranquilly that night at Condillac.
So she glided along, slowly, slowly, down the course of the winding river, and the flushing dawn kindled around her as she slumbered, and the low, gentle murmur grew louder and louder, but still she slept, dreaming of the murmuring ocean. "A Vision seen by me, Myrtle Hazard, aged fifteen, on the night of June 15, 1859. Written out at the request of a friend from my recollections.
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