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


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


  • The sweetest thing that ever grew
  • Beside a human door.
  • Wordsworth.

  • Sweets to the sweet; farewell.
  • Shakespeare.

    The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.


  • ’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.