...that do lie too deep for tears." In its very name there is delightful music, and it comes o'er his ear Like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odours : There was, — or at least I imagined there was, — something of all...

...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...

...his melancholy with music, exclaims : " That strain again ! 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." This example of exclamation from Shakspeare, expresses rapture — unexpected, lively delight. The...

...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...

...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...

...recalls to the mind the sweet image in Twelfth Night, i. 1. Music, the food of lore, is in Shakspeare the sweet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odour. . . . wafting into the soul the delicious inspiration of the passion, which is by jEschylus compared...

...mind the iwevt ¡mage in Twelfth Nipht, i. 1. Music, the. food of love, is in Shakspcarc the siveet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odour .... wafting ¡ uto the soul the delicious inspiration of the passion, which is by ^schylus compared...

...o'erleap ; For in my way it lies. Id. Uacbeth. That strain again ; it had a dying fait. O it came o'er my ear, like the sweet South That breathes upon a bank of violets. Stealing and giving odours. Id. Twelfth ffiyhl. I have two boys Peek Percy and thyself about the field...

...appetite may sicken, and во 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, Mealing, and giving odour. — Enough ; no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. О spirit...

...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...