“Death is the veil which those who live call life;
They sleep, and it is lifted.”

—  Percy Bysshe Shelley , Prometheus Unbound

Earth, Act III, sc. iii, l. 113
Variant: Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life.
Source: Prometheus Unbound (1818–1819; publ. 1820)

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English Romantic poet 1792–1822

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