=Dissolution.=

Like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd 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.
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SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.


=Distance.=

'T is distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
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CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 7.

Sweetest melodies
Are those that are by distance made more sweet.
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WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk,_ St. 2.


=Distrust.=

The saddest thing that can befall a soul