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
| William Hazlitt - 1826 - 462 páginas
...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... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1826 - 464 páginas
...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... | |
| Elizabeth Isabella Spence - 1827 - 972 páginas
...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... | |
| Nathan Drake - 1828 - 522 páginas
...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... | |
| Nathan Drake - 1828 - 520 páginas
...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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1828 - 404 páginas
...again ;— it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That hreathes upon a hank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. — Enough ; no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was hctbre. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! That notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth... | |
| Henry Phillips - 1829 - 398 páginas
...plaintive music to the perfume of Violets — 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. Twelfth Night. In the soliloquy which the same bard gives us through Belisarius, in Cymbeline, he is... | |
| William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 páginas
...fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Mealing, and giving odour. — Enough ; no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. О spirit of love, how quick and fresh art tliou ! That notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the... | |
| 1829 - 652 páginas
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| Samuel Felton - 1830 - 270 páginas
...The lines in Twelfth Night we all recollect : 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. That these flowers were the most favourite ones of Shakspeare, there can be little doubt — Perditta... | |
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