...resemblance to the wooing, which, from the lips of Lionel Gressingholme, had " Come o'er her heart like the sweet South, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour;" that two or three suitors, even military heroes, had been for some time assiduously paying their addresses...

...into Elysium? I know not how it was, but it came over the sense with a power not to be resisted, " like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." I mention these things to shew, as I think, that pleasures are not " like poppies spread , You seize...

...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 south, That breathes upon...no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the...

...— and yet I know not. " Shakspeare alone conld describe the effect of his own poetry ; " O, it came o'er my 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 so generally...

...— and yet I know not. " Shakspeare alone could describe the effect of his own poetry " O, it came o'er my 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 so generally...

...into Elysium ? I know not how it was ; but it came over the sense with a power not to be resisted, " Like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." I mention these things to shew, as I think, that pleasures are not " Like poppies spread, You seize...

...into Elysium ?, I know not how it was ; but it came over the sense with a power not to be resisted, " Like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." I mention these things to shew, as I think, that pleasures are not " Like poppies spread, You seize...

...into Elysium ? I know not how it was ; but it came over the sense with a power not to be resisted, " Like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." I mention these things to shew, as I think, that pleasures are not " Like poppies spread, You seize...

...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...

...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...