Chapter SUNSET to SYRENS of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

Od’s-Life! must one swear to the truth of a song?

Prior.—Answer to Cloe, Verse 3.

Nay, let me alone for swearing.

Shakespeare.—Twelfth Night, Act III. Scene 4. (Sir Andrew to Sir Toby.)

SWEET.—Oh, thou art a sweet-lipped physician.

Scott.—Woodstock. Chap. II.

How sweet must be the lips that guard that tongue!

Farquhar.—The Constant Couple, Act III.

’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.

Byron.—Don Juan, Canto I. Stanza 122.

Sweets to the sweet; farewell!

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act V. Scene 1. (The Queen scatters flowers on Ophelia’s coffin.)

SWEET.—’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.—Don Juan, Canto I. Stanza 123.

O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!

Shenstone.—Slender’s Ghost, Verse 1.

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.

Byron.—Don Juan, Canto I. Stanza 124.

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
Where health and plenty cheer’d the labouring swain.

Goldsmith.—The Deserted Village, Line 1.

’Tis sweet sometimes to speak and be the hearer.

Jas. Montgomery.—The Pelican Island, Canto VII.

SYRENS.—Where syrens sit, to sing thee to thy fate.

Young.—Night VIII. Line 1269.