. Home school of American literature: . es arms:And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchelAnd shining morning-face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school: And then the lover;Sighing like furnace, with a woful balladMade to his mistress eyebrow : Then, a soldier;Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the in honor, sudden and quick in the bubble reputationEven in the cannons mouth : And then, the justice;In fair round belly, with good capon lined,With eyes severe, and beard of formal of wise saws and modern instances,And so he plays his part: The
. Home school of American literature: . es arms:And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchelAnd shining morning-face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school: And then the lover;Sighing like furnace, with a woful balladMade to his mistress eyebrow : Then, a soldier;Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the in honor, sudden and quick in the bubble reputationEven in the cannons mouth : And then, the justice;In fair round belly, with good capon lined,With eyes severe, and beard of formal of wise saws and modern instances,And so he plays his part: The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slipperd pantaloon;With spectacles on nose and pouch on side :His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wideFor his shrunk shank ; and his big manly again toward childish treble, pipesAnd whistles in his sound : Last scene of ends this strange eventful second childishness, and mere oblivion :Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. 56o WILLIAM There is a Willow Grows Aslant a Brook. OPHELIA. Hamlet, Act IV^ Scene 7, |UiteJ|HERE is a willow grows aslant a brook,OJ^ That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;There with fantastic garlands did she comeOf crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purplesThat liberal shepherds give a grosser name,But our cold maids do dead mens fingers call them;There on the pendent boughs her coronet weedsClambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up :Which time she chanted snatches of old one incapable of her own like a creature native and induedUnto that element; but long it could not beTill that her garments, heavy with their the poor wretch from her melodious layTo muddy death. ..O^O MACBETHS IRRESOLUTION BEFORE THE MURDER OF DUNCAN. Macbeth, Act I, Scene 7. Macb. If it were done, whe
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