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Prospero,
The great magician, next—(whose high command
“Wak'd sleepers in their graves, and let them forth”)
Beheld the vanishing instrument of's art,
And spake—
The great magician, next—(whose high command
“Wak'd sleepers in their graves, and let them forth”)
Beheld the vanishing instrument of's art,
And spake—
“Have ye, which are but air,
“A touch, a feeling of our loss extreme;
“And shall not I, one of his kind, be kindlier?
“Our revel then is done; and this our Actor
“Is now no more! Lost is the book of Conjuration:—
“He regulated all our mystic charms:—He's dead!
“The cloud-capt tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
“The solemn temples, the great globe itself;
“Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
“And, like the baseless fabric of a vision,
“Leave not a wreck behind.”
“A touch, a feeling of our loss extreme;
“And shall not I, one of his kind, be kindlier?
“Our revel then is done; and this our Actor
“Is now no more! Lost is the book of Conjuration:—
“He regulated all our mystic charms:—He's dead!
“The cloud-capt tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
“The solemn temples, the great globe itself;
“Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
“And, like the baseless fabric of a vision,
“Leave not a wreck behind.”
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