…rousing himself from a reverie, which had degenerated into an absolute snooze. – Thomas Ingoldsby, “The Spectre of Tappington,” 1837

When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away,
And in a dream as in a fairy bark
Drift on and on through the enchanted dark
To purple daybreak–little thought we pay
To that sweet bitter world we know by day. – Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Judith slept far into the morning the sound, deep sleep of exhaustion; that sleep of the heavy-hearted from which, almost by an effort of will, the dreams are banished. – Amy Levy (1861–1889), Reuben Sachs: A Sketch, 1888