I ced upon the prettiest, oddest, fantastical thing of a dream the ht, that you shall hear of. I had been reading the "Loves of the Angels," ao bed with my head full of speculations, suggested by that extraordinary legend. It had given birth to innumerable jectures, and, I remember, the last waking thought, which I gave expression to on my pillow, was a sort of wonder, "what could e of it."
I was suddenly transported, how or whither I could scarcely make out -- but to some celestial region. It was not the real heaveher -- not the dht Bible heaven -- but a kind of fairyland heaven, about which a poor human fancy may have leave to sport and air itself, I will hope, without presumption.
Methought -- what wild things dreams are! -- I resent -- at what would you imagine? -- at an angels gossiping.
Whe came, or how it came, or who bid it e, or whether it came purely of its own head, her you nor I know -- but there lay, sure enough, ed in its little cloudy swa……（内容加载失败！）
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