Tis sweet to hear At midnight, on the blue and moonlight deep, The song and oar of Adrias gondolier, By distance mellowd, oer 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.
Tis sweet to hear the watch-dogs honest bark Bay deep-mouthd 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 awakend by the lark, Or lulld 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.
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-borns birth; Sweet is revengeespecially to women, Pillage to soldiers, prize-money to seamen. Byron.Don Juan, Canto I. Stanza 124.