Of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.
Heaven's ebon vault,
Studded with stars unutterably bright,
Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,
Seems like a canopy which love has spread
To curtain her sleeping world.
Queen Mab, Pt. IV. P.B. SHELLEY.
This majestical roof fretted with golden fire.
Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
SLEEP.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep!
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes:
Swift on his downy pinions flies from woe,
And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Night Thoughts, Night I. DR. E. YOUNG.
Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe;
But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.
Curse of Kehama, Canto XV. R. SOUTHEY.
Sleep seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.
The Tempest, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Weariness
Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
Finds the down pillow hard.
Cymbeline, Act iii Sc. 6. SHAKESPEARE.
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird,
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hushed and smooth!
Endymion, Bk. I. J. KEATS.
Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Midsummer Night's Dream, Act iii. Sc. 2.
SHAKESPEARE.