Sleep

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

"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."

"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."

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

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

"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."

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

"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."

"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."

"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."

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

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

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

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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.""

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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!"

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

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

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

"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."

"Two gates the silent house of Sleep adorn: Of polished ivory this, that of transparent horn: True visions through transparent horn arise; Through polished ivory pass deluding lies."

"The sleep of a labouring man is sweet."

"She took the cup of life to sip, Too bitter 'twas to drain; She meekly put it from her lip, And went to sleep again."

"If thou wilt close thy drowsy eyes, My mulberry one, my golden son, The rose shall sing thee lullabies, My pretty cosset lambkin!"

"The mill goes toiling slowly round With steady and solemn creak, And my little one hears in the kindly sound The voice of the old mill speak; While round and round those big white wings Grimly and ghostlike creep, My little one hears that the old mill sings, Sleep, little tulip, sleep."

"Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, Brother to Death … thou son of Night."

"O sleep! in pity thou art made A double boon to such as we; Beneath closed lids and folds of deepest shade We think we see."

"Sleep sweet within this quiet room, O thou! whoe'er thou art; And let no mournful Yesterday, Disturb thy peaceful heart."

"Oh! lightly, lightly tread! A holy thing is sleep, On the worn spirit shed, And eyes that wake to weep."

"One hour's sleep before midnight is worth three after."

"Then Sleep and Death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace."

"Et idem Indignor quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus; Verum opere longo fas est obrepere somnum."

"I lay me down to sleep, With little thought or care Whether my waking find Me here, or there."

"O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep; Thou bearest angels to us in the night, Saints out of heaven with palms. Seen by thy light Sorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep; Love is a pouting child."

"We’re operating a huge sleep experiment, worldwide, unlike anything anyone has ever done. We have 250 million nights of sleep in our database, and we’re using all the latest technologies to make sense of it."

"If a sleep monitor has electrodes and wires that look like something from Frankenstein's lab, you might not wear it consistently, and the information it gathers and reports may be compromised."

"Over the edge of the purple down, Where the single lamplight gleams, Know ye the road to the Merciful Town That is hard by the Sea of Dreams— Where the poor may lay their wrongs away, And the sick may forget to weep? But we—pity us! Oh pity us! We wakeful; Ah, pity us!—"

"But who will reveal to our waiting ken The forms that swim and the shapes that creep under the waters of sleep? And I would I could know what swimmeth below when the tide comes in On the length and the breadth of the marvelous Marches of Glynn."

"Breathe thy balm upon the lonely, * Gentle Sleep! As the twilight breezes bless With sweet scents the wilderness, Ah, let warm white dove-wings only ** Round them sweep!"