Have I not indeed been living in a dream? And am I not now dying a victim to the horror and the mystery of the wildest of all sublunary visions?
Edgar Allan Poe. The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2.
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it came to an end at last, however, like all sublunary things, and once more, towards the close of a pleasant autumn day, I found myself afoot on the road to Lowton.
Charlotte Brontë. Jane Eyre (1847)
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How mingled and imperfect are all our sublunary joys.
James Joyce. Ulysses
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I enlarged upon many other topics, which the natural desire of endless life, and sublunary happiness, could easily furnish me with.
Jonathan Swift. Gulliver's Travels Into Several Remote Regions of the World (1726)