Though it lash the shallows that line the beach,
Afar from the great sea-deeps,
There is never a storm whose might can reach
Where the vast leviathan sleeps.
Like a mighty thought in a mighty mind
In the clear cold depths he swims;
Whilst above him the pettiest form of his kind
With a dash o'er the surface skims.
A million million worlds that move in peace;
A million mighty laws that never cease;
And one small ant-heap, hidden by small weeds,
Rich with eggs, slaves and store of millet-seeds.
They sleep beneath the sod
And trust in God.
Passion is power,
And, kindly tempered, saves. All things declare
Struggle hath deeper peace than sleep can bring.
Rock'd in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep.
Note 11.It is said that in the earliest edition of the New England Primer this prayer is given as above, which is copied from the reprint of 1777. In the edition of 1784 it is altered to "Now I lay me down to sleep." In the edition of 1814 the second line of the prayer reads, "I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep."
Night, having Sleep, the brother of Death.
They died, as if o'ercome by sleep.
He sleeps well who knows not that he sleeps ill.
Diogenes the Cynic, when a little before his death he fell into a slumber, and his physician rousing him out of it asked him whether anything ailed him, wisely answered, "Nothing, sir; only one brother anticipates another,--Sleep before Death."
Epimenides was sent by his father into the field to look for a sheep, turned out of the road at mid-day and lay down in a certain cave and fell asleep, and slept there fifty-seven years; and after that, when awake, he went on looking for the sheep, thinking that he had been taking a short nap.
Now, blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep! It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot. It is the current coin that purchases all the pleasures of the world cheap, and the balance that sets the king and the shepherd, the fool and the wise man, even.
Death is an eternal sleep.
Night, when deep sleep falleth on men.
He giveth his beloved sleep.
I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids.
Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep.
The sleep of a labouring man is sweet.
Like the best wine,... that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
The sweet remembrance of the just
Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust.
"Sleep'st thou, O Goddess born! and cans't thou drown thy needful cares, so near a Hostile town? ... Who knows what Hazards thy Delay may bring? Woman's a various and a changeful thing."-Mercury to Aeneas
Dreams are strange. A man can wake sweating in terror. What is that dark country of the mind through which we wander in sleep?
We were all caught in the shame of sleep
Do not start talking of dragon-slayers - for out of dragon's blood are formed new dragons. Let them sleep, all of them
He fell into a trench of sleep so deep that no dream or hallucination could reach him
Dreams are important. Dreams are wishful thinking. To convince the sleeper that everything's all right