And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Sleep ... peace of the soul, who puttest care to flight.
Sweet sleep be with us, one and all! And if upon its stillness fall The visions of a busy brain, We'll have our pleasure o'er again, To warm the heart, to charm the sight, Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.
How tranquil is a coral tomb, and may the heavens grant that my companions and I be buried in no other!
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.
Sleep in peace, and wake in joy.
Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.
Sleep sweetly in the fields of asphodel, and waken, as of old, to stretch thy languid length, and purr thy soft contentment to the skies.
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessing without number Gently falling on thy head.
