 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 678 páginas
...edition in Shakespeare's day. Music. Enter Orsino Duke oflllyria, Curio, and other lords ORSINO 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. 1. 1 . i The eighteenth-century custom of localizing scenes ('A street', etc.) has been dropped in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 128 páginas
...late, Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods themselves And drave great Mars to faction. 103 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 sweet... | |
 | Victor L. Cahn - 1996 - 865 páginas
...Profession (1581) by Barnabe Riche. We sense this darker quality from Duke Orsino's opening lines: 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... | |
 | Charles Olson - 1997 - 492 páginas
...return you now to London, to beginnings, to the syllable, for the pleasures of it, to intermit; If music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it,...That strain again. It had a dying fall, o, it came over my ear like the sweet sound that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odour. What... | |
 | Alan J. Hommerding, Diana Kodner - 1997 - 166 páginas
...and the dim lettering of the Ten Commandments in the chancel. Robert Lou Stevenson Nineteenth century GIVE me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite...dying fall: O! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor! William Shakespeare Sixteenth... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 1998 - 768 páginas
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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... 
