 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 стор.
...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. 0 spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou t That, notwithstanding thy capacity 10 Ka-cwah as the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 стор.
...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 art thou ! That notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 стор.
...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 art thou ! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 426 стор.
...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 art thou t That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 344 стор.
...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 art thou ! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receivelh as the... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 440 стор.
...ear, like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. [Music. Enough — no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the... | |
 | John Walker - 1810 - 394 стор.
...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 love, how quick and fresh art thou ! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 440 стор.
...my ear like the sweet south,1 That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.2 — Enough ; no more ; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! That, notwithstanding thy capacity [i} Amongst thr... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 520 стор.
...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 quiek and fresh art thou ! That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 434 стор.
...ear like the sweet south,1 That breathes upon a hank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. 2>— Enough ; no more ; *Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! That, notwithstanding thy capacity [i] Amongst the... | |
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If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die. That strain again! It had a dying fall... 
