...commanded by Shakspeare's wand, and to which his words might have been applied. " 0! it came o'er mine ear, like the sweet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets." It was the music of Frenchhorns, sweetened by distance and by the water, over which it passed, accompanied...

...commanded by Shakspeare's wand, and to which his words might have been applied. " O ! it came o'er mine ear, like the sweet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets," It was the music of French-horns, sweetened by distance and by the water, over which it passed, accompanied...

...commanded by Shakspeare's wand, and to which his words might have been applied. " O ! it came o'er mine ear, like the sweet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets," It was the music of French-horns, sweetened by distance and by the water, over which it passed, accompanied...

...he rapturously 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...

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...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...

...or pain. The Duke, in Shakspeare's Twelfth Night, relieving his melancholy with music, exclaims : " That strain again ! it had a dying fall ! Oh, it came...upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." This example of exclamation from Shakspeare, expresses rapture — unexpected, lively delight. The...

...illustrated as 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...

...illustrated as 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...

...heautifully this solemn silence sets ofTtheirinstruments! ' Play on,' my good fellows ! ' If music he the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it ;...Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That hreathes upon a hank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.' But I suppose you will he coming to me...