“In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.”

“In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost.”

“Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.”

“We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.”

“Yet if Hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.”

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”

“Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?”