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...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...

...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...

...mind the iwevt ¡mage in Twelfth Nipht, i. 1. Music, the. food of love, is in Shakspcarc the siveet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odour .... wafting ¡ uto the soul the delicious inspiration of the passion, which is by ^schylus compared...

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...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 ; nc more ; 'Tit not so sweet now, as it was before. О spirit of love, how quick and fresh...

...describe the melody ; but we will say with the inimitable bard of Ayon, that it came o'er his ear «' Like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." His curiosity being naturally excited by the strains, (which proceeded from a meadow near at hand)...

...PUBLIC AMUSEMENTS OF THE METROPOLIS. " That strain again ! It had a dying fall : Ob, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour '." SHAKSPBARE. The star of Apollo brightly beams iu the ascendant. Talk as you will, you cannot, if...

...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...

...lines of Shakspeare would occur to her as applicable to her feelings, — " Oh ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south " That breathes upon a bank of violets, " Stealing and giving odour !" However, Mrs. Seymour, even amidst all this happiness, could not stifle feelings of a most painful...