...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...

...under which, should all open as French sashes down to the floor, and which facing •• the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour," should be a wide gravel walk, as yellow and as smooth as a Limerick glove ; then a lawn, as level and...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...