Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot; Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit, Where long ago a giant battle was; And, from the turf, a lullaby doth pass In every place where infant Orpheus slept. Feel we these things? that moment have we stept Into a sort of oneness, and our state Is like a floating spirit's. But there are Richer entanglements, enthralments far More self-destroying, leading, by degrees, To the chief intensity: the crown of these Is made of love and friendship, and sits high Upon the forehead of humanity.
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.Thomas Edison
And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanched linen, smooth, and lavendered, While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferred From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedared Lebanon.john keats
For when thy folding-star arising showsHis paly circlet, at his warning lampThe fragrant hours, and elvesWho slept in buds the day,And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedgeAnd sheds the fresh'ning dew, and lovelier still,The pensive pleasures sweetPrepare thy shadowy car.william collins
I slept with some nerd. I hope it was George. I took too many drugs to remember.carrie fisher
Jesus has never slept for an hour while one of His disciples watched and prayed in agony.henry clay trumbull
He grew, and grew, A star-bright sign of fated empery; And all conspiring omens led him on To lofty purpose and pre-eminence. The mountain eagles, towering in their pride, Stoop'd at his beck and flock'd about his path, Like the small birds by wintry famine tamed; Or with their dusky and expansive wings Shaded and fann'd him as he slept at noon. The lightnings danced before him sportively, And shone innocuous as the pale cold moon In the clear blue of his celestial eye.hartley coleridge
I have not slept one wink.
Here, indeed, was his one peculiar Fach, his one really notable talent. He slept more than any other President, whether bydayor night.Nero fiddled, but Coolidge only snored.
On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept.Percy Bysshe Shelley
The censorious said that she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.
I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty;I woke, and found that life was Duty.Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly;And thou shalt find thy dream to beA truth and noonday light to thee.
Epimenides was sent by his father into the field to look for a sheep, turned out of the road at mid-day and lay down in a certain cave and fell asleep, and slept there fifty-seven years; and after that, when awake, he went on looking for the sheep, thinking that he had been taking a short nap.diogenes laërtius
I have lived carefully, sheltered myself from the cold winds, eaten moderately of what was in season, drunk fine claret, slept in my own sheets; I shall live long.evelyn waugh
I slept with Faith, and found a corpse in my arms on awaking; I drank and danced all night with Doubt, and found her a virgin in the morning.aleister crowley
The stars went out and so did the moon. The singer stopped playing and went to bed While the Weary Blues echoed through his head. He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.langston hughes
I am certain I have not a right feeling towards women - at this moment I am striving to be just to them, but I cannot. Is it because they fall so far beneath my boyish imagination? When I was a schoolboy I thought a fair woman a pure Godess; my mind was a soft nest in which some one of them slept, though she knew it not.john keats
While the bridegroom tarried they all slumbered and slept. And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the Bridgroom cometh; go ye out to meet him. Then all the virgins arose, and trimmed their lamps.
I slept, and dreamed that life was Beauty; I woke, and found that life was Duty. Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly; And thou shalt find thy dream to be A truth and noonday light to thee.
I slept and dreamed that life was Beauty; I woke, and found that life was Duty: Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?
Epimenides was sent by his father into the field to look for a sheep, turned out of the road at mid-day and lay down in a certain cave and fell asleep, and slept there fifty-seven years; and after that, when awake, he went on looking for the sheep, thinking that he had been taking a short nap.
I thought he slept, and put My clouted brogues from off my feet.
The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.