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.
But shapes that come not at an earthly call,
Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
Fond man! the vision of a moment made!
Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
Young—Paraphrase on Part of the Book of
Job. L. 187. Shadow of a shade is found
in the prologue of Nobody and Somebody, a
play acted by the servants of Queen
Elizabeth. Not the shadow of the shade
of history said by Paul Bourget—On
Catur de Femme. P. 186. (Ed. 1890)
| seealso = (See also Felltham under World)
VOICE
Her voice changed like a bird's:
There grew more of the music, and less of the
words.
Robert Browning—Flight of the Duchess.
St. 15.
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
| author = Byron
| work = Don Juan. Canto XV. St. 13.
His voice no touch of harmony admits,
Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits.
The two extremes appear like man and wife
Coupled together for the sake of strife.
Churchill—Rosciad. L. 1,003.
He ceased - but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.
Homer—^Odyssey. Bk. II. L. 414
| note = Pope's trans.
| seealso = (See also Milton, Thomson)
{{Hoyt quote
| num = 5
| text = The voice so sweet, the words so fair,
As some soft chime had stroked the air;
And though the sound had parted thence,
Still left an echo in the sense.
Ben Jonson—Eupheme. IV.
A still, small voice.
I Kings. XIX. 12.
Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches
The innermost recesses of my spirit!
| author = Longfellow
| work = Christus. Pt. I. The Divine
Tragedy. The First Passover. Pt. VI.
n Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Masque of Pandora. Pt. V.
Her silver voice
Is the rich music of a summer bird,
Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.
| author = Longfellow
| work = The Spirit of Poetry. L. 55.
How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman!
It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks,
It ravishes all senses.
| author = Massinger
| work = The Old Law. Act IV. Sc. 2.
L.34.
Vox clamantis in deserto.
The voice of one crying in the wilderness.
Matthew. III. 3; Mark. I. 3; Luke. III. 4;
John. I. 23. (Vulgate.}})
| topic = Voice
| page = 840
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
So charming left his voice, that he awhile
Thought hirn still speaking, still stood fix'd to
hear.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. VIH. L. 1.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Homer)
A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off
from a nightingale and seeing what a little body
it had, "surely," quoth he, "thou art all voice
and nothing else." (Vox et prseterea nihil.)
Plutarch—Laconic Apothegms. Credited to
Lacon Incert. XTTT, by Lepsius.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Seneca)
Her voice was like the voice the stars
Had when they sang together.
Dante Gabriel Rossettt—The Blessed
Damozel. St. 10.
A sweet voice, a little indistinct and muffled,
which caresses and does not thrill; an utterance
which glides on without emphasis, and lays
stress only on what is deeply felt.
George Sand—Handsome Lawrence. Ch.
III.
Vox nihil aliud quam ictus aer.
The voice is nothing but beaten au
Seneca—Naturalinum Qwzstionvm. Bk. II.
oq
| seealso = (See also Plutarch)
| topic = Voice
| page = 840
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>I thank you for your voices: thank you:
Your most sweet voices.
Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 179.
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.
King Lear. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 272.
But I will aggravate my voice so that I will
roar you as gently as any sucking dove.
Midsummer Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 2.
L. 83.
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
| author = Tennyson
| work = The Passing of Arthur.
{{Hoyt quote
| num = | text = <poem>He ceased; but still their trembling ears retained
The deep vibrations of his witching song. Thomson—Castte of Indolence. Canto 1. Sk on
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Homer)
