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.
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.
Dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
BYRON: _Dream,_ St. 1.
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._
Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.
TENNYSON: _The Two Voices,_ St. cxxvii.