...Miss Milmour.— Again; in describing some delicious music that " had a dying fall," he says, I" Oh! it came o'er my ear, like the sweet south, That breathes...upon a bank of violets; Stealing and giving odour." Do you understand those lines exactly, Lauretta] Lauretta—Oh! yes, dear aunt The south wind, which...

...memory,—but as if present and incarnate in the music; no » " That strain again;—it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes...upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour." •f. " Whatsoever is harmonically composed, delights in harmony: for even that vulgar and tavern music,...

...Shakspeare compares an exquisite!)- sweet strain of music t<> the delicious scent of this flowe ; " О ; it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That...upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." The pious Hervey, in his admonitions to those who indulge in sloth, has thrown out the following sublime...

...my readers with a feast of melody,— Of music,— " That strain again !—it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet south, That breathes...a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour;"— a horse-laugh— " The large Achilles, on his press'd bed lolling, From his deep chest laughs out a...

...of the kind to be seen. The " concord of sweet sounds," too, is now often heard, " Coming o'er the ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." It was formerly the custom, when any great personage received a visit, to have presented to him a pipe...

...Gastein. To one who, from his birth, has loved music as the soother of grief, and on whose ear it comes " Like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour,'' Saltzburg recalled the name of one of the master spirits of that enchanting art, who left an imperishable...

...few words of sweetness and melody, where the author says of soft music— ' O it came o'er my car, like the sweet South That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.' Do lace the severing clouds in yonder East : Night's candles * are burnt out,—and jocund Day Stands...

...which he makes to his own species in these lines : " 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 odor," or lauded it as " sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath."...

...winds of heaven must blow through any philosophy worth the knowing. Of Stevenson's we may always say, "It came o'er my ear like the sweet South, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor." To read him is to ride through a forest fragrance. Lover of Wordsworth,...

...winds of heaven must blow through any philosophy worth the knowing. Of Stevenson's we may always say, " It came o'er my ear like the sweet South, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor." To read him is to ride through a forest fragrance. Lover of Wordsworth,...