Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST, by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: Our revels are now ended. These our actors
Last Line: Is rounded with sleep.
Variant Title(s): Such Stuff As Dreams;the Pageant;finale;human Life;end Of All Earthly Glory;life's Pageant;after Seeing A Masque [the Grand Style];prospero's Farewell To His Magic
Subject(s): Fairies; Life Change Events; Time; Elves

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,
Yea, 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 sleep.

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