She and I Series by John C. Hutcheson
She and I #2
She and I, Volume 2
John C. Hutcheson
True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Il est naturel que nos idées les plus vives et les plus familières se rétracent pendant le sommeil. I had a most curious dream about Min that very night.
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She and I #1
She and I, Volume 1
John C. Hutcheson
“I muse, as in a trance, when e’er The languors of thy love-deep eyes Float on me. I would I were So tranced, so wrapt in ecstasies, To stand apart, and to adore, Gazing on thee for evermore!” I saw her first in church. Do you happen to know a quaint, dreamy old region in the west of London, which bricks and mortar have not, as yet, overtaken, nor newfangled villas vulgarised?
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