tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2386480145330072124.post2873834464355025880..comments2014-04-26T22:02:31.466-07:00Comments on rio: O Sol DescontenteUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2386480145330072124.post-42678764366972299572010-09-21T20:20:20.175-07:002010-09-21T20:20:20.175-07:00The Tempest
by W.S.
Our revels now are ended. ...The Tempest <br />by W.S.<br /><br /> Our revels now are ended. These our actors, <br /> As I foretold you, were all spirits and <br /> Are melted into air, into thin air: <br /> And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, <br /> The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, <br /> The solemn temples, the great globe itself, <br /> Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve <br /> And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, <br /> Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff <br /> As dreams are made on, and our little life <br /> Is rounded with a sleep.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17160891543271194497noreply@blogger.com