Commonly they must use their feet for defense whose only weapon is the >>
Thus, with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant >>
It is the nature of the strong heart, that like the palm tree it striv >>
Sleep demands of us a guilty immunity. There is not one of us who, giv >>
Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole, to Mary Que >>
Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life. >>
Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, the certain knot of peace, the baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the high and low.