...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...

...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 ; 'Tit not so sweet now, as it was before. О spirit of love, how quick and fresh...

...describe the melody ; but we will say with the inimitable bard of Ayon, that it came o'er his ear «' Like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." His curiosity being naturally excited by the strains, (which proceeded from a meadow near at hand)...

...to the Colosseum. The moon was in her fullest splendor—the air as soft and balmy as Shakspeare's Like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." Two friends of the Prince who followed us, made up the only party at this scene of solitary grandeur...

...PUBLIC AMUSEMENTS OF THE METROPOLIS. " That strain again ! It had a dying fall : Ob, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour '." SHAKSPBARE. The star of Apollo brightly beams iu the ascendant. Talk as you will, you cannot, if...

...lines of Shakspeare would occur to her as applicable to her feelings, — " Oh ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south " That breathes upon a bank of violets, " Stealing and giving odour !" However, Mrs. Seymour, even amidst all this happiness, could not stifle feelings of a most painful...

...sicken, and so die. That strain again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my car like the siveet 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...

...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." But I suppose you will be coming to me before the next twelve hours are past for your vails, you rogues...

...Twelfth Night we all recollect: That strain a»uin ;- if had a dyinu fall : O , it came o'er ray 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 doubi --IVnlillu...

...food of the metamorphosed lo, is too poetical to be forgotten. SIR JE SMITH. O IT came o'er my ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of Violets, Stealing and giving odour. TIFSLTTH NICBT. YET marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell, It fell upon a little western flower, Before...