|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 daybreaklittle thought we pay
To that sweet bitter world we know by day.
T. B. AldrichSonnet. Sleep.
|Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!|
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of a busy brain,
Well have our pleasure oer again,
To warm the heart, to charm the sight,
Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.
Joanna BaillieThe Phantom. Song.
|If there were dreams to sell,|
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rung his bell,
What would you buy?
Thomas Lovell BeddoesDream-Pedlary.
|Come to me, darling; Im lonely without thee;|
Daytime and nighttime Im dreaming about thee.
Joseph BrenanThe Exile To His Wife.
|Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate,|
For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.
Michael BruceElegy on Spring.
|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.|
|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.
ByronThe Dream. St. 1.
|A change came oer the spirit of my dream.|
ByronThe 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 CaryLovers 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 CaweinSong of the Road.
| Like the dreams,|
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
ChurchillThe Candidate. L. 784.
|My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.|
ColeridgeA 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 like an angel in the clouds.
ColeridgeFears 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.
DrydenFables. The Cock 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.
HeineYouthful Sorrows. Pt. VI. St. 1.
| Fly, dotard, fly!|
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
HomerThe Odyssey. Bk. II. L. 207. Popes 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.
HoodThe 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 HugoEarly Love Revisited.
|Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)|
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.
Leigh HuntAbou Ben Adhem.
| Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.|
Joel. II. 28.
|Theres a long, long trail a-winding|
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams;
Theres a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true,
Till the day when Ill be going down that
Long, long trail with you.
Stoddard KingTheres a Long, Long Trail. (Popular in the Great War.)
|Ever of thee Im fondly dreaming,|
Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer.
George LinleyEver 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.
LongfellowCourtship 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!
LongfellowSpanish Student. Act III. Sc. 5.
|For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.|
Samuel LoverRory OMore. GoldsmithCitizen of the World. No. 46.
|Ground not upon dreams, you know they are ever contrary.|
Thos. MiddletonThe 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 fancys beams
Paint on the fleeting mists that roll,
In trance or slumber, round the soul!
MooreLalla Rookh. Fire Worshippers. St. 54.
|Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoyd,|
Should be so sadly, cruelly destroyd!
MooreLalla Rookh. Veiled Prophet of Khorassan. St. 62.
|A thousand creeds and battle cries,|
A thousand warring social schemes,
A thousand new moralities
And twenty thousand, thousand dreams.
|I am weary of planning and toiling|
In the crowded hives of men;
Heart weary of building and spoiling
And spoiling and building again;
And I long for the dear old river
Where I dreamed my youth away;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a toiler dies in a day.
John Boyle OReillyCry of the Dreamer.
| Namque sub Aurora jam dormitante lucerna Somnia quo cerni tempore vera solent.|
Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker.
OvidEpistles. XIX. Hero Leandro. 195.
|Dreams, which, beneath the hovring shades of night,|
Sport with the ever-restless minds of men,
Descend not from the gods. Each busy brain
Creates its own.
Thomas Love PeacockDreams. From Petronius Arbiter.
| What was your dream?|
It seemed to me that a woman in white raiment, graceful and fair to look upon, came towards me and calling me by name said:
On the third day, Socrates, thou shall reach the coast of fertile Phthia.
|That holy dreamthat holy dream,|
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
PoeA Dream. St. 3.
|Yet eat in dreams, the custard of the day.|
PopeThe Dunciad. Bk. I. L. 92.
|Till their own dreams at length deceive em|
And oft repeating, they believe em.
PriorAlma. Canto III. L. 13.
|As a dream when one awaketh.|
Psalms. LXXIII. 20.
|This morn, as sleeping in my bed I lay,|
I dreamt (and morning dreams come true they say).
W. B. RhodesBombastes Furioso. Post medium noctean bisus, quum comnia vera. HoraceSatires. Bk. I. Sat. 10. L. 33. TibullusElegy. Bk. III. 4.
|O Brethren, weep to-day,|
The silent God hath quenched my Torchs ray,
And the vain dream hath flown.
SchillerResignation. Bowrings trans.
|Some must delve when the dawn is nigh;|
Some must toil when the noonday beams;
But when night comes, and the soft winds sigh,
Every man is a King of Dreams.
Clinton ScollardKing of Dreams.
|Ill dream no moreby manly mind|
Not even in sleep is well resigned.
My midnight orisons said oer,
Ill turn to rest and dream no more.
ScottLady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 35.
| Thou hast beat me out|
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dreamt of encounters twixt thyself and me.
Coriolanus. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 127.
|There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest,|
For I did dream of money-bags to-night.
Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 17.
| I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.|
Midsummer Nights Dream. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 211.
|This is the rarest dream that eer dull sleep|
Did mock sad fools withal.
Pericles. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 164.
|Oh! I have passd a miserable night,|
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though twere to buy a world of happy days.
Richard III. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 2.
|For never yet one hour in his bed|
Have I enjoyed the golden dew of sleep,
But have been waked by his timorous dreams.
Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 83.
| I talk of dreams,|
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind.
Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 96.
|Sometime she driveth oer a soldiers neck,|
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep.
Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 82.
|If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,|
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
My bosoms lord sits lightly in his throne;
And all this day an unaccustomd spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 1.
| We are such stuff|
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Tempest. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 156.
|Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight|
Of the Valleys of Dream.
William Sharp (Fiona McLeod)Dream Fantasy.
|Across the silent stream|
Where the dream-shadows go,
From the dim blue Hill of Dream
I have heard the west wind blow.
William Sharp (Fiona McLeod)From the Hills of Dream.
|In an ocean of dreams without a sound.|
ShelleyThe Sensitive Plant. Pt. I. St. 26.
|Those dreams, that on the silent night intrude,|
And with false flitting shades our minds delude,
Jove never sends us downward from the skies;
Nor can they from infernal mansions rise;
But are all mere productions of the brain,
And fools consult interpreters in vain.
|In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.|
To sleep for a season and hear no word
Of true loves truth or of light loves art,
Only the song of a secret bird.
SwinburneA Ballad of Dreamland. Envoi.
| The dream|
Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East,
Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.
TennysonThe Gardeners Daughter. L. 71.
|Seeing, I saw not, hearing not, I heard.|
Tho, if I saw not, yet they told me all
So often that I spake as having seen.
TennysonThe Princess. VI. L. 3.
|Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.|
TennysonThe Two Voices. St. CXXVII.
|The chambers in the house of dreams|
Are fed with so divine an air,
That Times hoar wings grow young therein,
And they who walk there are most fair.
Francis ThompsonDream Tryst. St. 3.
|And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams|
Call to the soul when man doth sleep.
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted dreams,
And into glory peep.
|Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.|
WordsworthHart-Leap Well. Pt. II. St. 9.