 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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing...  Twelfth night. Winter's tale - Página 5por William Shakespeare - 1788Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | Mary Wollstonecraft, Mary Shelley - 1993 - 260 páginas
...Constitution and Course of Nature (1736). "Hamlet, \\.ii. 192. 20 Twelfth Night, I. i. 5-7: 'O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet south / That breathes...a bank of violets, / Stealing, and giving odour.' 21 The Lisbon earthquake of November 1755 devastated the city. 22 cf. James Boswell, The Journal of... | |
 | Terence Hawkes - 1993 - 206 páginas
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 | William Shakespeare - 1993 - 220 páginas
...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 and giving odour. Enough, 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 692 páginas
...(Orsino's longing for music) 4 fait cadence O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound 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 thou, 10 That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as... | |
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