 TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.  Watts, A. Philips, West, Collins, Dyer, Shenstone, Young - Side 422redigert av - 1810Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | Anna-Teresa Tymieniecka - 1992 - 414 sider
...and his waking with the creation of the sun. Night I. On Life. Death, and Immortality Tir'd Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his...lids unsullied with a tear. From short (as usual) an disturb'd repose, I wake: how happy they, who wake no more! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest... | |
 | Edward W. R. Pitcher - 2000 - 422 sider
...retir'd to rest, but not to sleep; it was the mind which wanted repose, and not the body. Tir'd nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep; He, like the world, his...smiles, the wretched he forsakes: Swift, on his downy pinions, flies from woe. And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear. We arose with heavy hearts, and... | |
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 | Robert Chambers - 2004 - 428 sider
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 | Filippo Pananti - 1999 - 501 sider
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 | Steve Clark, Masashi Suzuki - 2006 - 362 sider
...for. It is the moment of the opening of Night Tlwughts: Tir'd nature's sweet Restorer, balmy Sleepl He, like the World, his ready visit pays, Where Fortune...his downy pinion flies from Woe, And lights on lids unsully'd with a Tear. From short, (as usual) and disturb'd Repose, I wake: How happy they who wake... | |
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