...sprung up to be the 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...

...in 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...

...surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. — That strain again; — it had a dying fall: O, F M O M Stealing, and giving odour. — Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of...

...violence, so little did she resemble the creatures of this common earth. Her voice, which was all soul, came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets. Stealing, and giving odour. When she opened her lips, I dared not so much as breathe. " Silence was...

...family, nearly scentless. A mere American florist does not comprehend Shakspeare when he talks of " the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor." One of our travellers indignantly calls the American violets " purple cheats." Rote. Theirs might return...

...surfeiting My appetite may sicken and so die. That strain again : — it had a dying fall : Oh, it cac,e o'er my ear like the sweet South That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor. Enough — no more ! 'T is not so sweet now as it was before." Ther other is in a subsequent scene,...

...passage in Twelfth Night where the Duke exclaims : — " 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." I have little doubt that Bacon had this passage in mind when he wrote the...

...the most faithful friends of her parents. 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!— THE DOVE SET FREE. BY T. W. KELLY. AH ! mother, mother ! tell me why...

...sympathy and condolence to Mrs. Bradley. As Shakespeare said: That strain again; It had a dying fall; Oh I It came o'er my ear like the sweet South, That breathes...upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor. Mr. Speaker, we can well use the words of Halleck in our farewell to FRED BRADLEY: Green be the turf...

...beginning with the beautiful opening of Twelfth Night : 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. Yet, somehow, the reflection arises that Shakespeare, much as he loved music,...