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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345293" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mussulman's Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies,<br>When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;<br>Whose Map no Voyager cou'd e'er design,<br>Nor to Description its wild Parts confine? <br>Yet such a Land of Dreams We must allow,<br>Who nightly trace it, tho' we know not how:<br>Unfetter'd by the Days obtruded Rules,<br>We All enjoy that Paradise of Fools;<br>And find a Sorrow, in resuming Sense,<br>Which breaks some free Delight, and snatches us from thence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus! in a Dream, a Musselman was shown<br>A Vizir, whom he formerly had known,<br>When at the Port he bore deputed Sway,<br>And made the Nations with a Nod obey.<br>Now all serene, and splendid was his Brow,<br>Whilst ready Waiters to his Orders bow;<br>His Residence, an artful Garden seem'd,<br>Adorn'd with all, that pleasant he esteem'd; <br>Full of Reward, his glorious Lot appear'd,<br>As with the Sight, our Dreamer's Mind was chear'd; <br>But turning, next he saw a dreadful Sight, <br>Which fill'd his Soul with Wonder and Affright, <br>Pursu'd by Fiends, a wretched Dervis fled <br>Through scorching Plains, which to wide Distance spread;<br>Whilst every Torture, gloomy Poets paint,<br>Was there prepar'd for the reputed Saint. <br>Amaz'd at this, the sleeping Turk enquires, <br>Why He that liv'd above, in soft Attires, <br>Now roll'd in Bliss, while t'other roll'd in Fires? <br>We're taught the Suff'rings of this Future State, <br>Th' Excess of Courts is likeliest to create; <br>Whilst solitary Cells, o'ergrown with Shade, <br>The readiest way to Paradise is made. <br>True, quoth the Phantom (which he dream'd reply'd) <br>The lonely Path is still the surest Guide, <br>Nor is it by these Instances deny'd. <br>For, know my Friend, whatever Fame report, <br>The Vizier to Retirements wou'd resort, <br>Th' ambitious Dervis wou'd frequent the Court.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;
Whose Map no Voyager cou'd e'er design,
Nor to Description its wild Parts confine? 
Yet such a Land of Dreams We must allow,
Who nightly trace it, tho' w..."></div>
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