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DREAMS
DREAMS
1

Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate,
For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.

Michael BruceElegy on Spring.
(See also Ovid, Rhodes)


2

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
With vassals and serfs at my side.

Alfred BunnSong from Bohemian Girl.


I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
 | author = Byron
 | work = Darkness.


And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They have a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils,
They do divide our being.
 | author = Byron
 | work = The Dream. St. 1.


A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
 | author = Byron
 | work = The Dream. St. 3.


The fisher droppeth his net in the stream,
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream;
And what is it all, when all is done?
The net of the fisher the burden breaks,
And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes.
Alice Cary—Lover's Diary.


Again let us dream where the land lies sunny
And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey,
Away from the world that slaves for money—
Come, journey the way with me.
Madison Cawein—Song of the Road.
 Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
Churchill—The Candidate. L. 784.


My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.
Coleridge—A Day Dream.


And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark;
That singest Eke an angel in the clouds.
Colerddge—F ears in Solitude. L. 25.


Dream after dream ensues;
And still they dream that they shall still succeed;
And still are disappointed.

CowperTask. Bk. III. L. 127.


Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
Dryden—Fables. The Code and the Fox. L.
325.


In blissful dream, in silent night,
There came to me, with magic might,
With magic might, my own sweet love,
Into my little room above.
Heine—Youthful Sorrows. Pt. VI. St. 1.


Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

HomerThe Odyssey. Bk. II. L. 207 Pope's trans.


Some dreams we have are nothing else but
dreams,
Unnatural and full of contradictions;
Yet others of our most romantic schemes
Are something more than fictions.
Hood—The Haunted House. Pt. I.


And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste
Shall others continue, but never complete.
For none upon earth can achieve his scheme;
The best as the worst are futile here:
We wake at the self-same point of the dream,—
All is here begun, and finished elsewhere.
Victor Hugo—Early Love Revisited.


Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.
Leigh Hunt—Abou Ben Adhem.
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men shall see visions.
Joel. II. 28.


There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams;
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true,
Till the day when I'll be going down that
Long, long trail with you.
Stoddard King—There's a Long, Long Trail.
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 | text = <poem>Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming,
Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer.
George Linley—Ever of Thee.


'Twas but a dream,—let it pass,—let it vanish
like so many others!
What I thought was a flower is only a weed, and
is worthless.
 | author = Longfellow
 | work = Courtship of Miles Standish.
Pt. VII.


Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream,
Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!
 | author = Longfellow
 | work = Spanish Student. Act III. Sc. 5.


For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.
Samuel Lover—Rory O'More. | author = Goldsmith
 | work =
Citizen of the World. No. 46.


Ground not upon dreams, you know they are
ever contrary.
Thos. Mdddleton—The Family of Love. Act
IV. Sc. 3.


I believe it to be true that Dreams are the true
Interpreters of our Inclinations; but there is Art
required to sort and understand them.

MontaigneEssays. Bk. III. Ch. XIII.


One of those passing rainbow dreams,
Half light, half shade, which fancy's beams
Paint on the fleeting mists that roll,
In trance or slumber, round the soul!

MooreLalla Rookh. Fire St. 54.