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Updated: June 26, 2025
Plato of old had dreams like these; and the Mystics of the Middle Ages; and still their disciples walk in the cloud-land and dream-land of this poetic philosophy. Pleasant and cool upon their souls lie the shadows of the trees under which Plato taught.
Burns has written hundreds of better things; but henceforth, for centuries, that maiden has free admittance into the dream-land of Beautiful Women, and she and all her race are famous. I should like to know the present head of the family, and ascertain what value, if any, the members of it put upon the celebrity thus won.
Then with hearty good-will, and life-long faith in each other, the two men parted, and Scudamore's heart was uncommonly low for a substance that was not a "Jack-in-the-box" as he watched from the shore the slow fading into dream-land of the Katterina. Nothing except patriotic feeling may justify a man, who has done no harm, in long-continued misery.
The child's lightest cry generally broke the spell of a nightmare; but the din of terrified searchers rushing through the woods and of echoes rolling eerily back from the white hills convinced him this was no dream-land. Then, the distinct crackle of trampled brushwood and the scratch of spines across his face called him back to an unendurable reality.
Mary Runnel is the only personage who does not come evidently from dream-land; and she, I think, represents that lurking scepticism, that sense of unreality, of which we are often conscious, amid the most vivid phantasmagoria of a dream. I should be glad to believe in the genuineness of these spirits, if I could; but the above is the conclusion to which my soberest thoughts tend.
In the poetical world in which he lived all such marvels were possible. There were a thousand precedents for them in that devout dream-land, "The Lives of the Saints." "My daughter," he said, after looking vainly down the dark shadows upon the path of the stranger, "have you ever seen this man before?"
Perhaps even his successes, which Ascott went on to talk of, had less place in her thoughts than the picture of the face she knew, sharpened with illness, wasted with hard work and solitary care. "And I can not help him I can not help him!" was her bitter cry; until, passing from the dream-land of fancy, the womanly nature asserted itself.
"The day has not come for such men as you, Dalton." "Come, and gone, and coming. It has come in dream-land. Let us follow your fools." The larger gallery was crowded. The pyramids of glowing fruit had disappeared; there was a confused murmur of pairs and parties, chatting and taking wine. The master of the house, his wife, and guest were nowhere to be seen.
It lies with wondering blue eyes watching the coloured toys which she dangles before it, and takes in the elements of form and colour. She pats it to sleep, and, on the borders of dream-land, those "sphere- born, harmonious sisters, voice and verse," visit it in the form of a plaintive ditty, which has for its simple burden, Little, little fish In bitter, bitter oil.
Some one dragged him out from the mess, and turned his face up to the light; but he lay there barely breathing; his eyes tightly closed. "It's a knock-out all right," Hogan declared. "That guy is good for an hour in dream-land. What's the dope?" "We got to keep him here, that's all; and there's goin' to be no get-away this time." "How'd he do it before, Jim? did he tell you?"
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