| Elizabeth Isabella Spence - 1827 - 972 страници
...exclaimed, as he attempted to take her hand, I would say — " That strain again ; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." Twelfth Night. Rebecca coloured, and silently withdrew her hand. It was the first compliment she had... | |
| Thomas Hosmer Shepherd - 1827 - 696 страници
...the windows under which, should all open as French sashes down to the floor, and which facing •• the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour," should be a wide gravel walk, as yellow and as smooth as a Limerick glove ; then a lawn, as level and... | |
| Thomas Hamilton - 1827 - 392 страници
...that do lie too deep for tears." In its very name there is delightful music, and it comes o'er his ear Like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odours : There was, — or at least I imagined there was, — something of all... | |
| Eliza Robbins - 1828 - 408 страници
...his melancholy with music, exclaims : " 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." This example of exclamation from Shakspeare, expresses rapture — unexpected, lively delight. The... | |
| Nathan Drake - 1828 - 534 страници
...these few words of sweetness and melody, where the author says of soft music — O it came o'er my ear, like the sweet South That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. This is still finer, we think, than the noble speech on music in the Merchant of Venice, and only to... | |
| Nathan Drake - 1828 - 520 страници
...in these few words of sweetness and melody, where the author says of soft music— O it came o'er my ear, like the sweet South That breathes upon a bank of violets. Stealing and giving odour. This is still finer, we think, than the noble speech on music in the Merchant of Venice, and only to... | |
| Henry Phillips - 1829 - 398 страници
...plaintive music to the perfume of Violets — 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. Twelfth Night. In the soliloquy which the same bard gives us through Belisarius, in Cymbeline, he is... | |
| Aeschylus - 1829 - 300 страници
...recalls to the mind the sweet image in Twelfth Night, i. 1. Music, the food of lore, is in Shakspeare the sweet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odour. . . . wafting into the soul the delicious inspiration of the passion, which is by jEschylus compared... | |
| Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 462 страници
...o'erleap ; For in my way it lies. Id. Uacbeth. That strain again ; it had a dying fait. O it came o'er my ear, like the sweet South That breathes upon a bank of violets. Stealing and giving odours. Id. Twelfth ffiyhl. I have two boys Peek Percy and thyself about the field... | |
| William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 страници
...appetite may sicken, and во 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, Mealing, and giving odour. — Enough ; no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. О spirit... | |
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