...produced upon our other senses. „ " 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." Shaks, To the eye some appearances, and even some colours, are productive...

...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 adour. — Enough, no more, Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of...

...The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; — it had a dying fall : 0, 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...

...appetite may sickeu, 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, a» it was before. O spirit...

...to the popular ballads of particular Countries, such as Switzerland and Scotland. They come o'er the ear, like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odourThey show in the greatest degree the power of the association of ideas. They...

...describe, but which Shakespeare expresses thus .- — " It comes over the beart as soft music does over the ear ; " Like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets." It is most fortunate for men to have hearts so framed that they derive pleasure from such recollections....

...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...

...appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again : — it had a <lying 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,...

...aa he seated himself, " I thought, not long since, that I heard the sound of music, stealing o'er my ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets. " Who was the fair harmonist ? and why have her syren strains so speedily ceased ?" Geraldine smiled,...

...know not."— Sliakespear 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,...