...heart that looked back when it left me Is the heart that seems fondest to me. SHAKESPEARE'S VIOLETS " Like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets. Stealing and giving odour." WAKE, Violets ! — sweet Violets, see Who comes by Avon's stream ; The light of whose divinity Enshrines...

...billow upon billow, winding itself into the innermost cells of the soul! " Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet South, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." Illinois River. XI " You will excuse me if I do not strictly confine myself to narration, but now and...

...me excess of it. " i Coifunatians. 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. In his Essay Of Gardens Bacon similarly links Flowers and Music. " The breath of flowers " he says...

...seek shelter in the woodland dells where " spunkies dance." The fragrant violets' scent recalls — " The sweet South, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." Its companion, the primrose, has become the badge of the Conservatives on the supposition that it was...

...used synonymously. CRITICAL NOTES. ACT i., SCENE i. Page 30. O, it came o'er my far like the naeet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. — The original has sound instead of south. Pope, as is well known, substituted south, meaning, of...

...appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again; — it had a dying fall: Oh, it came o'er my ears 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." Woman and the beauty in woman were, perhaps,...

...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...

...the opening of "Twelfth Night" : — 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. And with regard to Keats and Mr. Tennyson, there is no finer European Sufi poetry than what we get...

...two principles in verse forms the counterpart of the dying fall in music, which comes o'er the ear "like the sweet south that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odour." When the wind blows over the bed it comes laden with the scent of other blooms, transfuses it into...

...false to any man." — Hamlet I. in. " 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 I. i. "Thatmajestical roof fretted with golden fire." — Hamlet II . ii. " I am...