Night primeval and of Chaos old ! Before her, fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sick'ning stars...
The English Humourists of the Eighteenth Century: A Series of Lectures - Page 185
by William Makepeace Thackeray - 1854 - 297 pages
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