Lord Byron Sweet Quotations

Like music on the waters is they sweet voice to me.

Tis sweet to hear the watch dogs' honest bark - Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark - Our coming and look brighter when we come

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South

The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game; The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim; Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.

So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!

Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

Sweet is revenge-especially to women.

Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.