Thomas Love Peacock (Томас Лав Пикок)

Castles in the Air

My thoughts by night are often filled
With visions false as fair:
For in the past alone I build
My castles in the air.

I dwell not now on what may be:
Night shadows o'er the scene:
But still my fancy wanders free
Through that which might have been. 

1. The Round Table or, King Arthur's Feast
2. Life's Uncertain Day
3. Instead of Sitting Wrapped up in Flannel
4. I Dug, Beneath the Cypress Shade
5. Lines on the Death of Julia

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