I wonder if the Eastern skies and Eastern odours seem Familiar to that gipsy man, as memories of a dream; Does Tigris' flow stir ancient dreams from immemorial rest Ere ever gipsy poached the trout of Itchen and of Test? Does something in him seem to know those red and arid lands Where dust of ancient cities sleeps beneath the drifted sands? Do Kurdish girls with lustrous eyes beneath their drooping lids

Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

The Cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing.

That warm splendid afternoon, the far-spreading fields looked like the very triumph of fruitfulness, a growth of germs which the humus amassed through centuries had nourished with prodigious sap, thus producing this first formidable crop, as if to glorify the eternal source of life which sleeps in the earth's flanks.

Lo, this the wreath that shall my body bind, Whilst Sylla sleeps with honour in the field: And I alone, within these colours shut, Will blush your dastard follies in my death.

Since justice sleeps, since tyrants reign in Rome, Octavius longs for death to die in Rome.

Romans, Marius sleeps among the dead, And Rome laments the loss of such a friend.

Now, Romans, we have brought Praeneste low, And Marius sleeps amidst the dead at last: So then to Rome, my countrymen, with joy, Where Sylla waits the tidings of our fight.

"She sleeps, my lady sleeps!" sang the clear tenor of Arthur Updyke.

"She sleeps, my lady sleeps!" sang the clear tenor of Arthur Updyke.

"My lady sleepsshe sleeps!" sang three other voices in well-blended corroboration; after which the four discoursed upon this interesting theme.

As a child, Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore, Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth; Till sinking on her breast, love-reconciled, He sleeps the faster that he wept before.

"And, then, when we are at meals, he will, all on a sudden, get up, and leave the table; and Jem Boulter, that sleeps in the next room to him, says, that, almost as often as he looks through the little window between the two rooms, no matter what hour in the night, he sees Mr. Merton on his knees by the bedside, praying or crying, he don't know which; but, any way, he is not happypoor

" "Hang him up," roared the King in a gale, In a ten-knot gale of royal rage; The other leech grew a shade pale; But he pensively rubbed his sagacious nose, And thus his prescription ran, King will be well, if he sleeps one night In the Shirt of a Happy Man.

Thus far, fair love, we pass in secret sort Beyond the compass of thy father's bounds, Whilst he on down-soft bed securely sleeps, And not so much as dreams of our depart The dangers

Why, I tell you, unless you help [SOMNUS falls down and sleeps.

[SOMNUS charms him; he sleeps. SOM.

The cook, who knew me when I was a schoolboy, sleeps alone; all three servants sleep on the floor above.

He feels no joy, his cares increase, He neither wakes nor sleeps in peace; 30 In fancied want (a wretch complete) He starves, and yet he dares not eat.

Not only the gossip but also the dreams, the unconscious poetry that sleeps in the heart of the common people, appeal tremendously to Shakespeare's imagination and are reflected in his greatest plays.

Peele writes without effort "Of moss that sleeps with sound the waters make," and has David build "...a kingly bower, Seated in hearing of a hundred streams.

His sleeps and his wakings are so much the same that he knows not how to distinguish them, and many times when he dreams he believes he is broad awake and sees visions.

He sleeps little, but dreams much, and soundest when he is waking.

One might apply it thus: he sleeps well who has a good conscience; the Federals sleep well; ergo, the Federals have a good conscience.

" Those were the words with which Herbert Bowater looked into his Rector's face on awaking in the evening of that same December day from one of a series of sleeps, each sweeter and longer than the last, and which had borne him over the dreaded hours, without fever, and with strengthening pulse.