Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around.
O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.
one of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind's imagining into another