Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.
This infant whose middle Is diapered still Will want to marry My daughter Jill. Oh sweet be his slumber and moist his middle! My dreams, I fear, are infanticiddle.
All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.william cullen bryant
A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course With rocks, and stones and trees.william wordsworth
Our yearnings are homesicknesses for heaven; our sighings are for God, just as children that cry themselves asleep away from home, and sob in their slumber, know not that they sob for their parents. The soul's inarticulate moanings are the affections yearning for the Infinite, and having no one to tell them what it is that ails them.henry ward beecher
Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balmFor eyes grown weary of the garish day!Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray,Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palmThe poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm.julia caroline dorr
The wrath of God burns against them, their damnation does not slumber; the pit is prepared, the fire is made ready, the furnace is now hot, ready to receive them; the flames do now rage and glow.jonathan edwards
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain;Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkAnd rise and sink and rise and sink again;Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;Yet many a man is making friends with deathEven as I speak, for lack of love alone.edna st. vincent millay
The solitary monk who shook the worldFrom pagan slumber, when the gospel trumpThundered its challenge from his dauntless lipsIn peals of truth.robert montgomery
When the night-wind bewaileth the fall of the year,And sweeps from the forest the leaves that are sere;I wake from my slumber and list to the roarAnd it saith to my spirit, "No more, never more!"epes sargent
If the mind is wearied by study, or the body worn with sickness,It is well to lie fallow for a while, in the vacancy of sheer amusement ;But when thou prosprest in health, and thine intellect can soar untired,To seek uninstructive pleasure is to slumber on the couch of indolence.martin farquhar tupper
I freely admit that the remembrance of David Hume was the very thing that many years ago first interrupted my dogmatic slumber and gave a completely different direction to my researches in the field of speculative philosophy.Immanuel Kant
The Myth is the Myth of the Blood, which, under the sign of the Swastika, released the World Revolution. It is the Awakening of the Soul of the Race, which, after a period of long slumber, victoriously put an End to Racial Chaos.alfred rosenberg
Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balm For eyes grown weary of the garish day! Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray, Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palm The poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm.
The deep slumber of a decided opinion.
All that tread the globe are but a handful to the tribes that slumber in its bosom.william cullen bryant
Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep.
Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content; The quiet mind is richer than a crown; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown: Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.
There the sea I found Calm as a cradled child in dreamless slumber bound.Percy Bysshe Shelley
Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven, Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.
I, whom Apollo sometime visited, Or feigned to visit, now, my day being done, Do slumber wholly, nor shall know at all The weariness of changes; nor perceive Immeasurable sands of centuries Drink up the blanching ink, or the loud sound Of generations beat the music down.Robert Louis Stevenson
Arise, ye workers from your slumber, Arise, ye prisoners of want.