...surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. — That strain again; — it had a dying fall: O, it came O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the...

...so little did she resemble the creatures of this common earth. Her voice, which was all soul, came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets. Stealing, and giving odour. When she opened her lips, I dared not so much as breathe. " Silence was took, ere it was ware." There...

...CANTERBURY TALES. THE TRAVELLER'S TALE. MONTFORD. That strain again !'— It had a dying fall : Oht it came o'er my ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. SIIAKSPEARE. HKN-HY DE MONTFORD was of an illustrious birth, an ample fortune, and endowed with all...

...the sweet south breathing on a bank 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. Twetfth Night. The elysian fields, those sweet regions of poetry, are adorned with all that fancy can...

...compares an exquisitely sweet strain of music to the delicious scent of this flower : " O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." The pious Hervey, in his admonitions to those who indulge in sloth, has thrown out the following sublime...

...as in these few words of sweetness and melody, where the author says of soft music — " Oh, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet South That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." * If the advocates for the grand style object to this expression, we shall not stop to defend it; but,...

...makes one of his characters exclaim : — " 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 ! " After following the Prince to the top of the Giant's Mountain, we allowed him to descend without...

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...music to the perfume of Violets : — That strain again I — it had a dying fall ! — Oh ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of Violets, Stealing and giving odour. Twelfth Night. It has a scent as though Love for its dower Had on it all his odorous arrows tost ;...

...which lives and breathes in the writings of Shakespeare ; that tender melancholy which comes o'er the ear — " Like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour" — are no where to be found in the pages of Jonson. He has no relish for such characters as Imogen,...