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 1    II|      virtues watching, ease her sleep,~Trouble best wind that
 2    II|  summoned every restless eye to sleep;~On beds of tender grass
 3    II|      rest.~ ~ XCVII~Yet neither sleep, nor ease, nor shadows dark,~
 4   III|     uneath,~Opprest with leaden sleep, of iron death.~ ~ XLVI~
 5   III|         city while his soldiers sleep~They might assail them with
 6   III|        of double darkness made;~Sleep, eased care; rest, brought
 7    IV|       ghastly visions break any sleep by night,~Grief, horror,
 8    IV|        sugared words,~Lulled on sleep the virtue of their senses,~
 9     V|         with silence, shade and sleep,~In secret sort then each
10    VI|   trumpet shrill to break their sleep.~ ~ IV~"Their time in feasting
11    VI|         he heard,~As waked from sleep, where he had dreamed long,~"
12    VI|    night, all creatures draw to sleep,~Nor yet of hidden praise
13   VII|         that unhappy night:~But sleep, that sweet repose and quiet
14   VII|     drum, no trumpet breaks our sleep.~ ~ IX~"Haply just Heaven'
15   VII|        Pagan closed his eyes to sleep,~He told how night her sliding
16  VIII|         world in silence and in sleep,~When suddenly we heard
17  VIII|     heaven's bright wilderness,~Sleep, the soul's rest, and ease
18  VIII|       repose of mild and gentle sleep.~ ~ LVIII~This man was strong
19    IX|        and dead almost~In heavy sleep, the labor half is done~
20    IX|         differs death and heavy sleep.~ ~ XIX~"Come, come, this
21     X|        THE ARGUMENT.~Ismen from sleep awakes the Soldan great,~
22     X|        a little, short, unquiet sleep~Some small repose his fainting
23     X|         so bold,~To break their sleep? or what to thee belongs~
24   XII| midnight wrought,~His heavy rod sleep on their eyelids lays:~Yet
25   XII|         stay till night~Bury in sleep our foes at deadest hour."~
26   XII|         buried was the world in sleep and shade,~I saw a champion
27   XII|     were,~In deep and deathlike sleep my senses drowned,~The self-same
28   XII|      the virgin fell on endless sleep, --~Love, Beauty, Virtue,
29   XII|        the skies,~Till in sweet sleep against the morning bright~
30  XIII|      those that babble in their sleep.~His shamefacedness to Godfrey
31  XIII|        the sick man that in his sleep doth see~Some ugly dragon,
32  XIII|     flowers, in grass.~ ~ LVIII~Sleep to his quiet dales exiled
33   XIV|         on his spreading wings,~Sleep, ease, repose, rest, peace
34   XIV|       Did never yet in dream or sleep appear,~For all the forms
35   XIV|       or mist in Titan's shine;~Sleep fled likewise, and in his
36   XIV|         I know not if I wake or sleep,~My heart is drowned in
37   XIV|      spirit false, and stealing sleep,~To which her tunes enticed
38   XVI|       devoid of wonted might~On sleep till then his weakened virtue
39   XVI|    fight.~ ~ XXXI~As when, from sleep and idle dreams abraid,~
40  XVII|     toilsome frays,~Nor was his sleep e'er broke with trumpet'
41   XIX|       restless love to bring on sleep?~Why strive you fires to
42   XIX|      from him drove that deadly sleep,~That now his eyes he lifted,
43   XIX|     Tancredi borne,~And fell on sleep, laid on a bed of down.~
44    XX|   called up the world from idle sleep,~And of the day ten hours
45    XX|      oft dream~In their unquiet sleep and slumber short,~And think