 | Victor H. Thompson - 2005 - Страниц: 338
...doubt and began spending her days with him The Temptation of Music at Mrs. Murphy's Bordello "If music be the food of love, play on Give me excess of it,...dying fall; O' it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor." Shakespeare, Twelfth Night For... | |
 | Peter Hühn, Jens Kiefer - 2005 - Страниц: 276
...successful with a "dying fall'") to Orsino 's opening speech in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night: 'If music be the food of love, play on; / Give me excess of...and so die. / That strain again, it had a dying fall [...]'." The analogy with Orsino lies in the latter' s comparable psychological imprisonment in himself.... | |
 | Ray Morrison - 2005 - Страниц: 545
...glimpse at the machinations of the will in its sexual guise. In part, Orsino's speech reads: If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it,...and so die. That strain again! It had a dying fall: ... so full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical. (1.1.1-15) Through this pairing of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2007 - Страниц: 196
...already, if we have listened intently to the superbly eloquent and quite crazy opening speech of its Duke: If music be the food of love, play on, Give...dying fall. O it came o'er my ear, like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor. Enough, no more, 'Tis not so... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Burfeind - 2008 - Страниц: 221
...da-DA da-DA da-DA da-DA da-DA da-DA da-DA da-DA da-DA Act I Scene I Orsino Laments His Plight If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it,...dying fall. O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor! Enough, no more, 'Tis not so... | |
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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 like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing... 
