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Through wind and storm unto thine ear Cry after cry doth run; And yet thou seemest not to hear, And only smilest on. When first thou earnest to the earth, All sounds of strife were still; A silence lay around thy birth, And thou didst sleep thy fill. Why sleep'st thou nay, why weep'st thou not? Thy earth is woe-begone; Babies and mothers wail their lot, And still thou smilest on.
Milton has written of it in Lycidas: "Or whether thou to our moist views denied, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks towards Namancos and Bayona's hold." It was always a strongly-defended place, and became a Benedictine monastery at first as an offshoot of the greater abbey of St.
Brutus thou sleep'st; awake, and see thyself. What Rome? * The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves that we are underlings. * Age, thou art shamed.
'At least, I can't sleep till I've shaken hands with the old fellow. Good night, father. I'll not be long. He kept his word, and the same voice greeted him out of the dressing-room: 'How was the spirit of the fell? Sleep'st thou, brother? 'Brother, nay, answered Harry, 'he was only looking over Latin verses! He always was a cool hand. 'The spirit of the Fell Dr.
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber; Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound. The Count, who had slept little during the night, rose early, and, anxious to speak with Ludovico, went to the north apartment; but, the outer door having been fastened, on the preceding night, he was obliged to knock loudly for admittance.
Lucullus first went to Cyzicus, where he was received with all the joy and gratitude suiting the occasion, and then collected a navy, visiting the shores of the Hellespont. And arriving at Troas, he lodged in the temple of Venus, where, in the night, he thought he saw the goddess coming to him, and saying, Sleep'st thou, great lion, when the fawns are nigh?
This morn thy gallant bark Sailed on a sunny sea: 'Tis noon, and tempests dark Have wrecked it on the lee. Ah woe! ah woe! By Spirits of the deep Thou'rt cradled on the billow To thy eternal sleep. Thou sleep'st upon the shore Beside the knelling surge, And Sea-nymphs evermore Shall sadly chant thy dirge.
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