 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 572 стор.
...That Strain again, it' had a dying Fall: O, it came o'er my Ear, like thefweet Wind That breathes upon a Bank of Violets, Stealing, and giving Odour. Enough, no more; *Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before. O Spirit of Love, how quick and frefh art thoul That notwithftanding... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 456 стор.
...again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear, like the fweet fouth, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. Enough ! no more ; 'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before. O fpirit of love, how quick and fre(h art thou ! That, notwithftanding... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 582 стор.
...ftrain again; — it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear, like the fweet fouth, That bre,athes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Enough!— no more ; 'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before.' O fpirit of love, how quick and frefh art thou! That, notwithftanding... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 472 стор.
...again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear, like the f \veet fouth. That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. Enough.! no more; *Tis not fo fvveet now, as it was before. O fpirit of love, how quick and frefh art thou ! That, notwithttanding... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1769 - 376 стор.
...again ; — it had a dying fall : ' O, it came o'er my ear, like the fweet fouth, ' That breathes upon a bank of violets, ' Stealing, and giving odour. Enough ! — no more ; Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before. O fpirit of love, how quick and frefh art thou ! That, notwithftanding... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 380 стор.
...again -f - it had a dymg fall : ' O, it came-o'er my cap, like the Iweet fnuth, ' That breathes upon a bank of violets, ' Stealing, and giving odour. Enough !— no more;. Tis not fo fweet now as it was before, O fpirit of love, how quick and frefh art thou ! That, notwithstanding... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 336 стор.
...again; — it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the fwe^t •'".mth, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Enough ! — no more; 'Tis not fo fweet now as it was before. O fpirit of love, how quick and freili art thou ! That, notwithstanding... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 456 стор.
...again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear, like the fweet fouth, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. Enough !— — no more; 'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before, O fpirit of love, how quick and frefh art thou! That, notwithftanding... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1780 - 288 стор.
...again ; — it had a dying fall ! O, it came o'er my ear, like the fweet fouth, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. — Enough ! no more— 'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before. O fpirit of love, how quick and frefh art thou ! That, netwithftanding... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Joseph Rann - 1787 - 700 стор.
...drain again ; — it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the fweet fouth, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.— Enough ; no more-, 'Tis not fo fweet now, as it was before. * O fpirit of love, how quick and frefh art thou ! That, notwithftanding... | |
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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 : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing... 
