Quotes
Quotes about Dream
Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
Note 69.Divinely fair.--Alfred Tennyson: A Dream of Fair Women, xxii.
A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky:
There eke the soft delights that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh;
But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest
Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.
The potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the Dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in,--glittering like the morning star full of life and splendour and joy.... Little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men,--in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone; that of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded.
Silently as a dream the fabric rose,
No sound of hammer or of saw was there.
Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.
The light that never was, on sea or land;
The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good.
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
To all, to each! a fair good-night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!
Vain as the leaf upon the stream,
And fickle as a changeful dream;
Fantastic as a woman's mood,
And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.
Thou many-headed monster thing,
Oh who would wish to be thy king!
A sight to dream of, not to tell!
But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.
Who has not felt how sadly sweet
The dream of home, the dream of home,
Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet,
When far o'er sea or land we roam?
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.
Touch us gently, Time!
Let us glide adown thy stream
Gently,--as we sometimes glide
Through a quiet dream.
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
I had a dream which was not all a dream.
The mountains look on Marathon,
And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dreamed that Greece might still be free.
And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
With vassals and serfs at my side.
