 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
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...softbreeze blowing over a bank of wild flowers, bringing with it their sweet smells. Enough, no more1. 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. 0 spirit of love, how quick and fresh artthou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity, Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity... | |
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...of fancy, as he had for a moment supposed; and he involuntarily exclaimed— "O, it came o'er mine ear, like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets— Stealing and giving odour." 1 His dog, too, gave evident signs of hearing something unusual, ran from his master to the brink of... | |
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...had a dying fall; O, it carne o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violéis, Stealing and giving odour! Enough, no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before. (1.1. 1-8) Pero, al mismo tiempo, dicho verso fue también utilizado por Henry Purcell, el famoso compositor... | |
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