...appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again : — it had a <lying fall : O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour Enough ; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art...

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...Shakspeare, in a charming similitude, compares an exquisite strain of music, with its dying fall, ' to the sweet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odour.' And, to mention no more, Thomson, in his noble hymn at the conclusion of the ' Seasons,' invites the...

...not."— Sliakespear alone could describe the effect of his own poetry. " Oh, it came o'er the ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." What we so much admire here is not the image of Patience on a monument, which has been generally quoted,...

...not." — Shakspeare alone could describe the effect of his own poetry. " Oh, it came o'er the ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." What we so much admire here, is not the image of Patience on a monument, which has been generally quoted,...

...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 ; . no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh...

...not." — Shakespear alone could describe the effect of his own poetry. " Oh, it came o'er the ear Kke the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." What we so much admire here is not the image of Patience on a monument, which has been generally quoted,...

...sicken, and so die. That strain again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the »weet south, • That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. — Enough ; no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. О spirit of love, how quick and fresh...

...The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying tall ; 0 it came o'er my ear like the sweet South, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour :— In the same play there is a passage, on the same subject, of very different, but almost equal,...

...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 ; no more ; Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh...