 | sir Thomas Browne - 1754 - 420 страници
...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 страници
...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,... | |
 | 1803 - 490 страници
...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 страници
...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 as gently lay my head On my grave as 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... | |
 | Richard Lobb - 1817 - 430 страници
...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 страници
...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 gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed. Howe'er I rest, great God, let me Awake again, at last, with thee ; And, thus assured, behold I lie... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1822 - 362 страници
...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 gently lay my head, On my grave, as now my bed. Howe'er I rest, great God, let me Awake again at least with thee. And thus assur'd, behold I lie Securely,... | |
 | 1833 - 958 страници
...; 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,... | |
 | Human heart - 1824 - 398 страници
...! How seldom do we meet with the man that can feel such lines as these ; XI " Sleep i» 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. Hpwe'er I rest, great God ! let me Awake again, at least with thee ! And thus assured, behold I lie... | |
 | 1824 - 588 страници
...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 gently lay my head On my grave, as on my bed! Howe'cr I rest, great God, let me Awake again, at last, with Tbee; And, thus assured, behold... | |
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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. 
