After I had fallen over eight or nine precipices and thus found out that one half of my brain had been asleep eight or nine times without the wide-awake, hard-working other half suspecting it, the periodical unconsciousnesses began to extend their spell gradually over more of my brain-territory, and at last I sank into a drowse which grew deeper and deeper and was doubtless just on the very point of being a solid, blessed dreamless stupor, when--what was that?
The mouse eventually retired, and by and by I was sinking to sleep, when a clock began to strike; I counted till it was done, and was about to drowse again when another clock began; I counted; then the two great RATHHAUS clock angels began to send forth soft, rich, melodious blasts from their long trumpets.
He would not let her get up to dinner, but fed her himself, and then forgot his own while he sat watching her fall into a drowse, for Aunt Plenty's cordial made her sleepy.
She lay so several hours for the drowse deepened into a heavy sleep, and Uncle Alec, still at his post, saw with growing anxiety that a feverish colour began to burn in her cheeks, that her breathing was quick and uneven, and now and then she gave a little moan, as if in pain.
a secular upward trend in vapid glee as flowers their idle sweets exhale, relays love to the fathomed packhorse so-and-so, the bees
drowse out, investment peaks and suds of gamer prattle spray from washed-out mouths, the grace of trended variables to be borne not of yourselves This satiric tendency grows stronger across Sutherland's career, preserving fossils of lyric grace within the flaccid ambient textures of a prosaic lowest common denominator.
I haven't missed a day since, and no, I don't
drowse off.
They like to lie on warm stones and
drowse in the heat.
The brain helps with that by introducing melatonin, a hormone that prepares the body to
drowse and to drift into sleep.
Married in August's heat and
drowse, lover and friend in your chosen spouse.
But when the fires of autumn have burned down to umber and dark purple, when the cattails hold up their tawny cylinders in the swale, when the soft mists hang on the fading horizon, time seems to stop and
drowse in the sunny corner of the orchard, you know that Indian summer has captured the earth.
Rising from a tropical jungle in the heart of downtown, the house was magical, a treetop sanctuary with a big wraparound deck where cats would
drowse in the sun-dappled shade of palms, bamboo and mango trees.