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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... "
The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... - Page 82
by William Shakespeare - 1771
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The Dramatic Works, Volume 1

William Shakespeare - 1831
...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. — Enough ; nc more...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ...

William Shakespeare - 1833 - 1064 pages
...play on; Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. — That strain M MvM N G G = sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. — Enough; no more;...
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The Royal Lady's Magazine, Volume 1

Great Britain - 1834
...Paradise Lost, bv || Ibid. its dying fall, to 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...
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Journal of a Visit to Constantinople: And Some of the Greek Islands, in the ...

John Auldjo - Greece - 1835 - 259 pages
...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...
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The Analyst: A Quarterly Journal of Science, Literature ..., Volumes 3-4

Science - 1836
...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...
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The Romance of Nature, Or, The Flower-seasons Illustrated

Louisa Anne Meredith, Mrs. Charles Meredith - Botanical illustration - 1836 - 253 pages
..." 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...
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The Analyst: A Quarterly Journal of Science, Literature, Natural ..., Volume 3

Edward Mammatt - Art - 1836
...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...
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The Carthusian, Issue 1

1837
...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—...
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Complete Works: With Dr. Johnson's Preface, a Glossary, and an Account of ...

William Shakespeare - 1838 - 926 pages
...play on, Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain illiam Shakespeare sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. — Enough ; no more...
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A commentary on the Act for the commutation of tithes in England and Wales

George Burges - Tithes - 1838 - 134 pages
...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...
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