 | Henry Kett - 1805 - 340 страници
...to the popular ballads of particular countries, such as Switzerland and Scotland. They come o'er the ear, like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour They show in the greatest degree the power of the association of ideas. They can awaken the lively... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 страници
...appetite may sicken, and so die. «• 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. — Enough ; no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh... | |
 | Henry Kett - 1805 - 340 страници
...popular ballads of particular countries, such as Switzerland and Scotland. They come o'er the car, like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour They show in the greatest degree the power of the association of ideas. They can awaken the lively... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 648 страници
...the hunter's ear, when he awakens from dreams oí joy." Twelfth Night, A. i. S. 1. O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, joy, and has heard the music of the spirits of the hill !" Merchant of Venice, A. iii. S. 2. Such it... | |
 | Sydney Melmoth - 1805 - 368 страници
...describe, but which Shakespeare expressed thus : " It comes over the heart as soft music does over the ear ; Like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank, of violets. It is most fortunate for men to have hearts so framed that they derive pleasure from such recollections.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 страници
...surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. 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.—Enough; no more; Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 426 страници
...The appetite may sicken, and so die. 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. — Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh... | |
 | Henrietta Rouvière Mosse - 1806 - 938 страници
...justly-beloved child, from the kindest and tenderest of parents. c\3 CHAP. CHAP. II " Oh ! it came o'er her ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets ; - Stealing and giving odour." JL HE morning sun had shot his lucid beams above the hills, and breaking through the aperture of the... | |
 | Rachel Hunter - 1806 - 802 страници
...more than eace betrayed him into tears and myself into sadness, by sounds which came **• " o'er his ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets." Two or three songs of Horace's are now locked up; and the baronet is contented with being roused to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 344 страници
...appetite may sicken, and so die. — 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. — Enough ; no more ; Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh... | |
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DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear... 
