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An Excerpt by William Shakespear

Post Series: Poetry Thursday

An Excerpt by William Shakespear

from The Tempest

 

You do look, my son, in a moved sort,

As if you were dismayed: be cheerful, sir.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits and

Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on, and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep.

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