The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

Accursed be the city where the laws would stifle nature's!

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.

Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!

But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.

Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.