3 résultats pour "sleep"
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The Pains of Sleep (1803)Ere on my bed my limbs
The Pains of Sleep (1803) Samuel Coleridge Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble trust mine eye-lids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought exprest, Only a sense of supplication; A sense o'er all my soul imprest That I am weak, yet not unblest, Since in me, round me, every where Eternal Strength and Wisdom are. But yester-night I prayed alo...
- Hibernation.
- Bird - biology.