 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 1118 pàgines
...appetite may fickcn, and fo die. That ftrain again ; — it had a ilyiivj fall : O, it came o'er my e.ir like the fweet fouth, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. — linough ; no more ; 'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before. О fpirit of love, how quick and frelh... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 pàgines
...vineyard, none, No ufe of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation. Tempeft, A. 2, S. i. ODOUR. That ftrain again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it...upon a bank of violets, ' Stealing and giving odour. — . 'Twelfth Night, A. i, SI 1 Bourn, bouvd of land.] A. bourn, in this place, fignifies limit, a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1787 - 694 pàgines
...Give me excefs of it; that, forfeiting, The appetite may ficken, and fo die. , That ftrain again;—it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the fweet fouth, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.—Enough; no more; 'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before. *O fpirit of... | |
 | 1788 - 404 pàgines
...compares an exquifitely fweet ftrain of mufic, to the delicious fcent of this flower : O ! it came to my ear, like the fweet fouth, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. There are feveral kinds of violets ; but the fragrant (both blue and white) is the earlieft, thence... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 pàgines
...strain again ;--it had a dying fall : O, it camic o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, . Stealing, and giving odour.— Enough ; no more ) Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. 0 spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou t That, notwithstanding... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1789 - 614 pàgines
...the meaning, will explain better this imitation from effeft : ' That lini'm again ; it had a dyiog fall : . O, it came o'er my ear like the fweet fouth,...upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.' Of the imitation of fingle founds, Mr. Twining produces a happy inftance from Milton. — • The Curfen... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 598 pàgines
...of love, play on, A Give me exccfs of it ; that, furfc.ting, The appetite may Ticken, and fo die.' ad the ri Ste.-Uinp, and giving odour — Enough ; no more; "Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before. О fpirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 586 pàgines
...ground. See An Atlemft to afctrtfin the urdtt tf Hbakffttre't fl*y'i Vol. I. MALONI. 4 TWELFTH-NIGHT: OR, O, it came o'er my ear like the fweet fouth, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour1. — Enough; no more ; 'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before. O fpirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 694 pàgines
...South. Wherefore do you follow her like foggy fouth, puffing with wind and rain As You Lilt It. — It came o'er my ear like the fweet fouth, that breathes upon a bank of violets dealing and giving odour - . - Twelfth flight. — Dew-dropping foutb - • Romeo and Julia, Smtiam.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1791 - 702 pàgines
...South. Wherefore do you follow her like foggy fouth, puffing with wind and rain At r« LUt It. — It came o'er my ear like the fweet fouth, that breathes upon a bank of violets dealing and giving odour - - Twelfth Night. — Dew-dioppiug fouth - - Ranee and Jidict. Southatn.... | |
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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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing... 
