...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...

...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; no more: 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. — O spirit of love, how quick and fresh...

...of flowers. Their beauty is "a joy for ever." Their fragrance is like music that comes "O'er my ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." "What were the world if it should lose their hue?" cries a modern, feeling for music and moonlight...

...not." — Shakspeare alone could describe the effect of his own poetry. " Oh, it came o'er the ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." What we so much admire here is not the image of Patience on a monument, which has been generally quoted,...

...Quintette with its tears and laughter ; of the Terzetto (Soave sia il vento) in Cosi fan tutte, which is like " the sweet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing, and giving odour." 1 How much grace and morbidezza we have there. But Mozart's heart is always — or nearly always —...

...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 ; no more : 80 O spirit of love, how quick and -fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity...

...enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge. — The Two Gentlemen of Verona. and the wind — The sweet South That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. —Twelfth Niahl. And with him we behold the hilltop touched with sunrise, the wandering moon, the...

...of music dying away when she goes." "That strain again; it hath 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! ..." He was proud of his comparison; and then was vexed, and angry tears leapt to his eyes because...

...beautiful. London becomes a summer day at the sound. If ever a tune had a dying fall, and affected one like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour, it is the song of the lavender-sellers. What the words of the song are I am not quite certain. It begins,...

...appetite may sicken, and so die. 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. — Enough ! no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before." Every one will notice that Shakespeare...