Sleep

"What probing deep Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?"

"Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise."

"When in the down I sink my head, Sleep, Death's twin-brother, times my breath."

"Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause."

"Steep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely— One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly."

"Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Wake thee, and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes."

"Thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Each part, depriv'd of supple government, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death."

"For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared; Therefore his house is unto his annext: Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext."

"Evaluating sleep and sleep disorders from a dyadic perspective is important for several reasons. First, according to the 2005 National Sleep Foundation poll, 61% of adults sleep with a significant other, and one-quarter to one-third of married or cohabitating adults report that their intimate relationships are adversely affected by their own or their spouse's excessive sleepiness or sleep problems. Recent qualitative studies from interview data suggest that sleep problems in one or both partners, including insomnia symptoms and sleep-disordered breathing, contribute to marital problems. In addition, Ulfberg and colleagues found that women living with snorers were three times as likely to report symptoms of insomnia compared to women living with nonsnorers, suggesting that a sleep disorder in one spouse may increase risk for a sleep disorder in the other spouse, perhaps leading to additive or synergistic effects on the relationship quality."

"Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes."

"How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams. His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve In soft repose; on him the balmy dews Of Sleep with double nutriment descend."

"Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this— "He giveth His beloved sleep.""

"O sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven That slid into my soul."

"Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relieve my languish, and restore the light."

"Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday."

"I let fall the windows of mine eyes."

"How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!"

"And on their lids * * * The baby Sleep is pillowed."

"For is there aught in Sleep can charm the wise? To lie in dead oblivion, loosing half The fleeting moments of too short a life— * * * * * * Who would in such a gloomy state remain Longer than Nature craves?"

"The majority of adults sleep with a partner, and for a significant proportion of couples, sleep problems and relationship problems co-occur, yet there has been little systematic study of the association between close relationships and sleep."

"That was an overdraft on tomorrow—I know I need to pay it back with quiet and sleep."

"And to tired limbs and over-busy thoughts, Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness."

"But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait At the portcullis, at thy castle gate, Longing to see the charmèd door of dreams Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!"

"Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep! And fold me up, as evening doth a flower, From my vain self, and vain things which have power Upon my soul to make me smile or weep, And when thou comest, oh, like Death be deep."

"When the sheep are in the fauld, and a' the kye at hame, And all the weary world to sleep are gane."

"How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures to make room for more— Sleeping near the withered nosegay which he pulled the day before."

"Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy."

"It is not good a sleping hound to wake."

"Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing, And may this storm be but a mountain-birth, May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!"

"Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking."

"O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her And be her sense but as a monument."

"He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache."

"To sleep! perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause."

"On your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness: Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep, As is the difference betwixt day and night, The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team Begins his golden progress in the east."

"O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness?"

"Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?"

"O polish'd perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night! sleep with it now! Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet As he whose brow with homely biggen bound Snores out the watch of night."

"This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleep That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd So many English kings."

"Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep."

"Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber; Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound."

"Bid them come forth and hear me, Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum Till it cry sleep to death."

"Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid."

"Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep."

"Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast."

"Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And look on death itself!"

"He sleeps by day More than the wild-cat."

"Thou lead them thus, Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep."

"Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company."

"But I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I have an exposition of sleep come upon me."

"Sister Simplicitie! Sing, sing a song to me,— Sing me to sleep! Some legend low and long, Slow as the summer song Of the dull Deep."