...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...

...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 a little western flower, Before...

...surfeiting, The 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...

...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 be little doubi --IVnlillu...

...surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. — That strain again; — it had a dying fall: O, it came O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the...

...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 took, ere it was ware." There...

...CANTERBURY TALES. THE TRAVELLER'S TALE. MONTFORD. That strain again !'— It had a dying fall : Oht it came o'er my ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. SIIAKSPEARE. HKN-HY DE MONTFORD was of an illustrious birth, an ample fortune, and endowed with all...

...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 fields, those sweet regions of poetry, are adorned with all that fancy can...

...compares an exquisitely sweet strain of music to the delicious scent of this flower : " O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." The pious Hervey, in his admonitions to those who indulge in sloth, has thrown out the following sublime...

...as in these few words of sweetness and melody, where the author says of soft music — " Oh, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet South That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour." * If the advocates for the grand style object to this expression, we shall not stop to defend it; but,...