. Shepp's Literary world: containing the lives of our noted American and favorite English authors. Together with choice selections from their writings . s 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 quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannons mouth : And then, the justice;In fair round belly, with good capon line
. Shepp's Literary world: containing the lives of our noted American and favorite English authors. Together with choice selections from their writings . s 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 quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannons mouth : And then, the justice;In fair round belly, with good capon 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 all,That ends this strange eventful history,Is second childishness, and mere oblivion :Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans 56o WILLIAM iHERE IS A Willow Grows Aslant a Brook. OPHELIA. Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 7. [raalHERE is a willow grows aslant a brook,laBg That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name. But our cold maids do dead mens fingers call them; There on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering 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 tunes,As one incapable of her own distress,Or like a creature native and induedUnto that element; but long it could not beTill that her garments, heavy with their drink,PuUd the poor wretch from her melodious layTo mud
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