In the Words of William
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn tempels, 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 a sleep.
(Shakespeare-The Tempest)
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn tempels, 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 a sleep.
(Shakespeare-The Tempest)
posted by Dewsta at 3:03 PM
1 Comments:
I see you've learned how to change trhe color of your text...but you haven't yet come up with your own poetry style yet...you have to copy Shakesphere.
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