EDWARD YOUNG.
1681-1765.
NIGHT THOUGHTS.
Night i. Line 1.
Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
Night i. Line 55.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
But from its loss.
Night i. Line 154.
To waft a feather or to drown a fly.
Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
But from its loss.
To waft a feather or to drown a fly.