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• Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet! Nothing comes to thee new or strange.
  Sleep full of rest from head to feet; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change....
• O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or rive
  Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever....
• But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Break, break, break...
• I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line 178...
• Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinitie
  peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!...
• Broken Hearts repaired while you Sleep!
• Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth
  While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole....
• I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Palace of A...
• Best of all he liked to sleep. Sleeping was a very important activity for him.
  He liked to sleep for longish periods, great swathes of time....