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" How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! 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? "
Cambrian and Caledonian Quarterly Magazine and Celtic Repertory - Страница 114
1833
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