124 collocations for sweet

What though it be the last time we shall meet Raise your white brow, and wreathe your raven hair, And fill with music sweet the summer air; Not this again shall draw me to your feet Peace!

So sweet his words, that now of late, meseems, His art doth draw my soul from out my lips.

You will journey many a weary day and long, Ere you will see so restful and sweet a place, As this, my home, my nest so downy and warm, The labor of many happy and hopeful days; But its low brown walls are laid and softly lined,

Could we toil with others' limbs, sacrifice with others' groans, and pay with others' means, there would be no end to our industry, our disinterestedness, or our liberalityand yet it were a thousand pities that so sweet a girl and so noble a youth should not yoke!"

In early spring, How sweet his songs Through the forest ring.

So gay the dancing of her feet, So like a garden her soft breath, So sweet the smile upon her face, She charms the very heart of death.

How often she had read of it and heard it extolled; but she had never known until this moment how great, how sweet a thing it was.

I said to myself; so sweet a creature: poor little tender soul!

Your beard how silken and how sweet your hair! Pah!

" W. Blake ADORATION Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, And drops upon the leafy limes; Sweet Hermon's fragrant air: Sweet is the lily's silver bell, And sweet the wakeful tapers smell That watch for early prayer.

And the sough of the wind through northern pines; And though my ear hath wonted grown To the accents strange of an alien tongue, No speech hath half so sweet a tone As the language learned when I was young.

Replete with thee, e'en hideous night grows fair: Then what would sweet morn be, if thou wert there?

" "Nay, sweet my lady, what would ye?" "Fly hence with thee, my Godric!

How silver-sweet the fountain's fall!

When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet As never was by mortal finger strook Divinely warbled voice Answering the stringéd noise, As all their souls in blissful rapture took: The air, such pleasure loath to lose, With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.

Anon the valley is seen; and through an aperture in the laurel wall, cut in imitation of a window, breaks as sweet a scene as ever Claude immortalized!

Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, 10 How sweet his music!

Nor ever sang so sweet the nightingale on the cliffs,... nor so much, by the grey sea-waves, did ever the sea-bird sing, nor so much in the dells of dawn did the bird of Memnon bewail the son of the Morning, fluttering around his tomb, as they lamented for Bion dead....

that fall'n beneath the angry blast, Which marks with wither'd sweets its fearful way, I grieve to see thee on the low earth cast, While beauty's trembling tints fade fast away.

The chorus swells; less various, and less sweet The trilling notes, when in those very groves, 70 The feathered choristers salute the spring, And every bush in concert joins; or when The master's hand, in modulated air, Bids the loud organ breathe, and all the powers Of music in one instrument combine, An universal minstrelsy.

E'en Love to sweet Life; and I shall think my self ever obliged to my dear Wife, for this kind Reprieve;had she been cruel, I had been strangled, or hung in the Air like our Prophet's Tomb.

And so he kissed her, murmuring 'twixt his kisses: "Fairer art thou than all the flowers, O my love, and sweeter thy breath than the breath of flowers!"

More rode o'er the hill, Come back from foreign wars, His horse's feet were clattering sweet Below the pitiless stars; And in his heart he would repeat "O never again I'll roam; All weary is the going forth, But sweet the coming home!" His linen robes are pure and white, For Fergus

How sweet the periods, neither said, nor sung!"Dunciad. LESSON VIII.CONJUNCTIONS.

"And summer was the tide, and sweet the hour, When sire and daughter saw, with fleet descent, An Indian from his bark approach their bower, Of buskin'd limb and swarthy lineament; The red wild feathers on his brow were blent, And bracelets bound the arm that help'd to light A boy, who seem'd, as he beside him went, Of Christian vesture and complexion bright, Led by his dusty guide, like morning brought by night.

124 collocations for  sweet