 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 psl.
...me «r«» of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and 90 die.' That strain agiiin ; it had a dying fall ; O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet MouA, '',' ; breaches upon a hank of violets, Stealing and giving odor. Knough, no more; Tis... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1846 - 568 psl.
...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,1 That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.* Enough ; no more ;... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 psl.
...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 and giving odor. Enough, no more, '... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1993 - 220 psl.
...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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Enough, no more! Tis not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 psl.
...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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor. Enough, no more. Tis not... | |
 | Jessica Kerr - 1997 - 100 psl.
...thought often of banks of primroses as pleasant places for men or fairies to recline. 43 That strain again! It had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. VIOLET TWELFTH NIGHT... | |
 | Alan J. Hommerding - 1997 - 180 psl.
...Nineteenth century 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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odor! William Shakespeare Sixteenth... | |
 | 1839 - 776 psl.
...roiebcrftljret , fie&t 3îur ©ant unb Sanb, fo rocit tie SBufte gluljt. Sßon ¿lit». !.. That si ni in again; it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathee upon a bank of violeta, Stealing , and giving odonr. " Shakespeare. fiel... | |
 | Tony Childs, Jackie Moore - 2000 - 196 psl.
...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 sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Enough! no more: 'Tis... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 psl.
...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 sound / That breathes upon a bank of violets, / Stealing and giving odour. Enough, no more; /... | |
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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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing... 
