 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
 | John Izard Middleton, Lynn Robertson - 1997 - 236 páginas
...to the Colosseum. The moon was in her fullest splendor — the air as soft and balmy as Shakspeare's "Like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." Two friends of the Prince who followed us, made up the only party at this scene of solitary grandeur;... | |
 | André Green - 1999 - 404 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 the... | |
 | Peter Hall - 2000 - 144 páginas
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 | Tony Childs, Jackie Moore - 2000 - 196 páginas
...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 the... | |
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