C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Sweetness

The two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.

Swift.

The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.

Wordsworth.

Sweets to the sweet; farewell.

Shakespeare.

The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.

Tickell.

’Tis sweet to hear
At midnight, on the blue and moonlight deep,
The song and oar of Adria’s gondolier,
By distance mellow’d, o’er the waters sweep;
’Tis sweet to see the evening star appear;
’Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep
From leaf to leaf; ’tis sweet to view on high
The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky.
Sweet is the vintage, when the showering grapes
In Bacchanal profusion reel to earth,
Purple and gushing; sweet are our escapes
From civic revelry to rural mirth;
Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps;
Sweet to the father is his first born’s birth;
Sweet is revenge—especially to women,
Pillage to soldiers, prize-money to seamen.
’Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog’s honest bark
Bay deep-mouth’d welcome as we draw near home:
’Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come:
’Tis sweet to be awaken’d by the lark,
Or lull’d by falling waters; sweet the hum
Of bees, the voice of girls, the song of birds,
The lisp of children and their earliest words.

Byron.

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