...rich descriptive imagery of Shakspeare appear, where he 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...

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...as though recalled by an act of memory, — but as if present and incarnate in the music; no • " 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." ta Whatsoever is harmonically...

...not as though recalled by an act of memory, — but as if present and incarnate in the music; no * " 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." -f- " AVhatsoever is harmonically...

..." Twelfth Night," is the comparison of soft music to the breath of wind upon the Violet ! That song 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. The Violets from which the illustrative...

...excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; — it hath iam Shakespeare south,1 That breathes upon a hunk of violets. Stealing, and Riving odour.1 — Enough ; no more ; "Tin...

...these examples from his works, but rather to treat my readers with a feast of melody,— Of music,— " 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;"— a horse-laugh— " 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 and giving odour. 4 — i. 1. 300 Love is like...

...and, with a most admired complaisance, should respond, as if we were bewitched out of our very senses, 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. Truly, I see nothing of this...

...food of love, play on, Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. evils to ad south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. — Enough ; no more ; 'Tis...