...that surfeiting My appetite may sicken and so die. That strain again : — it bad a dying fall : Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet South That breathes upon a hank of violets, Stealing and giving odor. £nough — no mon ' 'T is not so sweet now as it was before."...

...poetical personification of such musical hearing. He says: If music be the food of love, play on; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes...upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! And later, in Act II, he exclaims: Give me some music... Methought it did relieve my passion much resorting...

...the Constitution and Course of Nature (1736). "Hamlet, II. ii. 192. 20 Twelfth Night, I. i. 5-7: 'O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet south / That breathes...a bank of violets, / Stealing, and giving odour.' 21 The Lisbon earthquake of November 17S5 devastated the city. 22 cf. James Boswell, The Journal afa...

...to the Colosseum. The moon was in her fullest splendor—the air as soft and balmy as Shakspeare's "Like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." Two friends of the Prince who followed us, made up the only party at this scene of solitary grandeur;...

...passage in “Twelfth Night” where the Duke exclaims: — “That strain again! It had a dying fall: 0, It came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violet., Stealing and giving odour.” I have little doubt that Bacon had this passage in mind when...

...that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ;—it had a dying fall; Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odors.” TWELFTn NIGHT, Act i. L Carew wrote, in 1630, a little poem on “Celia...

...of fancy, as he had for a moment supposed; and he involuntarily exclaimed— "O, it came o'er mine ear, like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets— Stealing and giving odour." 1 His dog, too, gave evident signs of hearing something unusual, ran from his master to the brink of...

...eyes I had ever beheld; and answered in a voice, the tones of which, even in that snowy wilderness, " Came o'er my ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets." The most obvious mode of making ourselves useful was evidently to procure some of those fur-wraps and...

...important issues than he had any conception of. Recognition That strain again; it had a dying fall: Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violet. Stealing and giving odour. Tempest. WHEN our hero reached the bridge that spanned the narrow...

...these lines of Shakespeare's as motto: "That strain again,—it had a dying fall: Oh, it came o 'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.—Enough; no more, 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.' "Yes! In spite...