 | Sir Thomas Browne - 1844 - 240 páginas
...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 Securely,... | |
 | Sir Thomas Browne - 1844 - 320 páginas
...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 thcc : And thus assured, behold I lie Securely,... | |
 | Sir Thomas Browne - 1845 - 420 páginas
...aftive vigour run My courfe, as doth the nimble fun. Sleep is 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 affur'd, behold I lie Securely,... | |
 | 1845 - 952 páginas
...as doth the nimble sun. Sleep is a death ; 0 make me try, By sleeping, what it is to die : And down 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 Securely,... | |
 | William Johnson Fox - 1845 - 124 páginas
...sleeping, what it is to die ! And down as gently lay my head On my grave, as on my bed — Howe'er I rest, great God ! let me Awake again, at last, with thee ! O GOD, unchangeable and true, Of all the life and power, Dispensing light and silence through Every... | |
 | 1846 - 644 páginas
...light. Keep still in my horizon ; for to me The son makes not the day, but Thee. Sleep is a death. O , the other of tlic Howe'er I rest, great God, let me Awake again at last with Thee ; And thus assured, behold I lie Securely,... | |
 | 1851 - 316 páginas
...sleeping, what it is to die ; And as at last I lay my head Upon my grave, as now my bed, "Where'er I rest, great God, let me Awake again, at last, with thee. These are my drowsy days ; in vain I now do wake to sleep again. О come that hour, when I shall never... | |
 | Thomas Vincent Fosbery - 1850 - 416 páginas
...some holy thought ; And with 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 assured, behold, I lie... | |
 | Sir Thomas Browne - 1852 - 576 páginas
...those watchful foes, Whose eyes are open while mine close. Let no dreams my head infest, But such as Jacob's temples blest. While I do rest, my soul advance...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 assur'd, behold I lie Securely,... | |
 | William Mountford - 1852 - 542 páginas
...what the knightly physician of Norwich used to call his dormitive to bedward. 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 ! CHAPTER V. This life of mine Must... | |
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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. 
