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" Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from... "
Horæ Subsecivæ - Page 358
by John Brown - 1861
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...better I should cease Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace. XVIII. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy...the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. XIX. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 260 pages
...better I should cease ; Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace. XVIII. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy...head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. You ask me, why, though ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits fail within the mist,...
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The British Quarterly Review, Volume 2

Henry Allon - 1845 - 646 pages
...'Twere better I should cease ; Altho' myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace. ' Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy...head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. ART. III.* — Elements of Church History. Vol. L, comprising the External History of the Church during...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 6

1845 - 608 pages
...'Twere betler I should cease; Altho' myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace. 1 Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace ; Sleep, holy...and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange,' Sliepfull of rat from head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. MODERN FRENCH PHILOSOPHY....
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...better I should cease ; Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace. XVIII. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy...the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. XIX. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 pages
...better I should cease ; Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace. XVIII. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy...the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. XIX. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest...
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Notes and Queries

1907 - 684 pages
...break in his usually well-kept journal, the first entry being the following lines from Tennyson : — Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace ! Sleep, holy...the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. JOHN C. FKA.NCIS. (To be continued.) GRANGER ANNOTATED BY CAULFIELD. (Secante, p. 65.) IN compliance...
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The North British review

1851 - 622 pages
...the curse of time. Alas ! In grief we are not all unlearned ; Once, through our own doors Death did One went, who never hath returned. " This star Rose...to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change." " Vattene injxut, alma beata e lella." Go in peace, soul beautiful and blessed. Our readers may think...
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The North British Review, Volume 14

1851 - 612 pages
...; Once, through our own doors Death did pass ; One went, who never hath returned.. " This star Eose with us, through a little arc Of heaven, nor having...to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change." " Vattene in pace, alma beata e bella." Go in peace, soul beautiful and blessed. Our readers may think...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 22

1851 - 604 pages
...the curee of time. Alas ! In grief we are not all unlearned; Once, throngh our own doors Death did One went, who never hath returned. " This star Rose...sweet, Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep, lull of rest from head to feet; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change." Vattene in pace, alma beata...
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