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What means this heaviness that hangs upon me?Sinks down to rest.

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R. Hanina said: One may not sleep in a house alone [in a lonely house], and whoever sleeps in a house alone is seized by Lilith.

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Still believe that ever round you Sleeping nigh the Golden Gate.

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Since the Brother of Death daily haunts us with dying mementoes.

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Sleep is a death, O make me try,On my grave, as now my bed.

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Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.

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Sleep, little Paul, what, crying, hush ! the night is very dark ;When a little child beside the hearth so late a play-time keeps.

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I owe my success to the fact that I never had a clock in my workroom. Seventy-five of us worked twenty hours every day and slept only four hours — and thrived on it.

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Sleepiness and laziness in a man are the beginning of his misfortune.

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Run the streets, all day. I can sleep, when I die.

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I never take a nap after dinner but when I have had a bad night, and then the nap takes me.

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O magic sleep! O comfortable bird,To golden palaces.

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Dreams of the summer night! Sleeps!

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Utu, shepherd of the land, father of the black-headed, when you go to sleep, the people go to sleep with you; youth Utu, when you rise, the people rise with you.

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The king lay down not to sleep, he lay down to dream.

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The timely dew of sleepOur eyelids.

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For his sleepWas aery light, from pure digestion bred.

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You are the biggest enemy of your own sleep.

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Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,Morn of toil, nor night of waking.

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O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon herAnd be her sense but as a monument.

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He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache.

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To sleep! perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub;Must give us pause.

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On your eyelids crown the god of sleep,Begins his golden progress in the east.

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Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?

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O polish'd perturbation! golden care!Snores out the watch of night.

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This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleepSo many English kings.

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Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

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Fast asleep? It is no matter;Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

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Bid them come forth and hear me,Till it cry sleep to death.

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Sleep shall neither night nor dayHang upon his pent-house lid.

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Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep.

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Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,Chief nourisher in life's feast.

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Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,And look on death itself!

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He sleeps by dayMore than the wild-cat.

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Thou lead them thus,With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep.

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Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,Steal me awhile from mine own company.

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But I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

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Not poppy, nor mandragora,Which thou ow'dst yesterday.

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I let fall the windows of mine eyes.

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Thy eyes' windows fall,Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death.

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How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!

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And on their lids * * *The baby Sleep is pillowed.

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For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared;Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.

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When in the down I sink my head,Sleep, Death's twin-brother, times my breath.

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For is there aught in Sleep can charm the wise?Longer than Nature craves?

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And to tired limbs and over-busy thoughts,Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness.

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Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.

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Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulseOf life stood still, and nature made a pause.

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It's not the sort of night for bed anyhow; and daybreak is not so very far off...

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What probing deepHas ever solved the mystery of sleep?

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But I, in the chilling twilight stand and waitTurn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!

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Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!And when thou comest, oh, like Death be deep.

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How happy he whose toilOf Sleep with double nutriment descend.

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When the sheep are in the fauld, and a' the kye at hame,And all the weary world to sleep are gane.

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How he sleepeth! having drunken Sleeping near the withered nosegay which he pulled the day before.

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Of all the thoughts of God that are "He giveth His beloved sleep."

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Steep on, Baby, on the floor, Folds the dimple inly.

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Sleep hath its own world,And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.

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It is not good a sleping hound to wake.

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O sleep! it is a gentle thing, That slid into my soul.

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Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!

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Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,Relieve my languish, and restore the light.

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Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Into thine eyes.

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Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,Smiles awake you when you rise.

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Sister Simplicitie! Of the dull Deep.

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Two gates the silent house of Sleep adorn:Through polished ivory pass deluding lies.

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The sleep of a labouring man is sweet.

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She took the cup of life to sip, And went to sleep again.

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If thou wilt close thy drowsy eyes, My pretty cosset lambkin!

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The mill goes toiling slowly round Sleep, little tulip, sleep.

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Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,Brother to Death … thou son of Night.

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O sleep! in pity thou art made We think we see.

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Sleep sweet within this quiet room, Disturb thy peaceful heart.

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Oh! lightly, lightly tread! And eyes that wake to weep.

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One hour's sleep before midnight is worth three after.

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Then Sleep and Death, two twins of winged race,Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.

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I lay me down to sleep, Me here, or there.

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O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep;Love is a pouting child.

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We’re operating a huge sleep experiment, worldwide, unlike anything anyone has ever done. We have 250 million nights of sleep in our database, and we’re using all the latest technologies to make sense of it.

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If a sleep monitor has electrodes and wires that look like something from Frankenstein's lab, you might not wear it consistently, and the information it gathers and reports may be compromised.

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Over the edge of the purple down, We wakeful; Ah, pity us!—

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But who will reveal to our waiting kenOn the length and the breadth of the marvelous Marches of Glynn.

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Breathe thy balm upon the lonely,** Round them sweep!

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For I am weary, and am overwrought* O peaceful Sleep!

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Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep.

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While the bee with honied thigh,Entice the dewy-feather'd sleep.

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Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time,Lulled by the singer of an empty day.

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Balow, my babe, lye still and sleipe,It grieves me sair to see thee weipe.

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Sleep, baby, sleepAnd down drops a little dream for thee.

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Drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.

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I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety.

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He giveth his beloved sleep.

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I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids.

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When the Sleepy Man comes with the dust on his eyes (So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)

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Heavy Sleep, the Cousin of Death.

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Yes; bless the man who first invented sleep That artificial cut-off—Early Rising.

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"God bless the man who first invented sleep!"A close monopoly by patent-right.

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To all, to each, a fair good-night,And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

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Sleep, the fresh dew of languid love, the rainWhose drops quench kisses till they burn again.

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Come, Sleep: O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,Th' indifferent judge between the high and low.

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Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed;A rosie garland and a weary hed.

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Thou hast been called, O Sleep, the friend of Woe,But 'tis the happy who have called thee so.

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All gifts but one the jealous God may keepThis grace his closed hand cannot choose but spare.

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She sleeps: her breathings are not heard A perfect form in perfect rest.

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The mysteryOf folded sleep.

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Who can wrestle against Sleep?—Yet is that giant very gentleness.

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Yet never sleep the sun up. Prayer shou'dAnd heaven's gate opens when the world's is shut.

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Softly, O midnight hours!And cage cold fancies in a moonlight snare.

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Deep rest and sweet, most like indeed to death's own quietness.

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Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Gently falling on thy head.

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Come, gentle sleep! attend thy votary's prayer,And, without dying, O how sweet to die!

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My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats That can come about, ’cause the tongue is mighty powerful And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch. Maybe 'cause I'm a dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death.

— Sleep