Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- To J. S.
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.
-- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
-- To J. S.
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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,... - O Love! they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow... - But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Break, break,... - I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Locksley Hall, Line... - Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities,
peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears... - 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... - I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Palace of... - Best of all he liked to sleep. Sleeping was a very important activity for
him.
He liked to sleep for longish periods, great swathes...
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- Why bother phoning a psychic?
Let them phone you... - Fear to do ill, and you need fear nought else.
- Ben... - Cats polished while you wait.
Hot wax costs extra... - SMILEY
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laughing out... - Would that my hand were as swift as my tongue
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