|And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.|
BaileyFestus. Sc. A Village Feast. L. 26.
Are bubble-likewhat makes them bursts them too.
BaileyFestus. Sc. A Library and Balcony. A Summer Night. L. 62.
|The joy late coming late departs.|
Lewis J. BatesSome Sweet Day.
| Capacity for joy|
E. B. BrowningAurora Leigh. Bk. I. L. 703.
|An infant when it gazes on a light,|
A child the moment when it drains the breast,
A devotee when soars the Host in sight,
An Arab with a stranger for a guest,
A sailor when the prize has struck in fight,
A miser filling his most hoarded chest,
Feel rapture; but not such true joy are reaping
As they who watch oer what they love while sleeping.
ByronDon Juan. Canto II. St. 196.
|Theres not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.|
ByronStanzas for Music. Theres not a joy, etc.
|Oh, frabjous day! Callooh. Callay!|
He chortled in his joy.
Lewis CarrollJabberwocky. Alice Through the Looking Glass.
|Sing out my soul, thy songs of joy;|
Such as a happy bird will sing,
Beneath a Rainbows lovely arch,
In early spring.
W. H. DaviesSongs of Joy.
|Joy ruld the day, and Love the night.|
DrydenThe Secular Masque. L. 82.
|Our joy is dead, and only smiles on us.|
George EliotSpanish Gypsy. Bk. III.
|All human joys are swift of wing,|
For heaven doth so allot it;
That when you get an easy thing,
You find you havent got it.
Eugene FieldWays of Life.
|Theres a hope for every woe,|
And a balm for every pain,
But the first joys of our heart
Come never back again!
Robert GilfillanThe Exiles Song.
|And, een while fashions brightest arts decoy,|
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
GoldsmithThe Deserted Village. L. 263.
|They hear a voice in every wind,|
And snatch a fearful joy.
GrayOn a Distant Prospect of Eton College. St. 4.
|But were there ever any|
Writhed not at passed joy?
KeatsStanzas. In Drear Nighted December.
|Die Freude macht drehend, wirblicht.|
Joy makes us giddy, dizzy.
LessingMinna von Barnhelm. II. 3.
| Medio de fonte leporum|
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.
Full from the fount of joys delicious springs
Some bitter oer the flowers its bubbling venom flings.
LucretiusDe Rerum Natura. IV. 1,129. Byrons trans. in Childe Harold. I. 82.
|Gaudia non remanent, sed fugitiva volant.|
Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
MartialEpigrams. Bk. I. 16. 8.
| Joys too exquisite to last,|
And yet more exquisite when past.
MontgomeryThe Little Cloud.
|How fading are the joys we dote upon!|
Like apparitions seen and gone;
But those which soonest take their flight
Are the most exquisite and strong;
Like angels visits short and bright,
Mortalitys too weak to bear them long.
John NorrisThe Parting. St. 4.
|Joy, in Natures wide dominion,|
Mightiest cause of all is found;
And tis joy that moves the pinion
When the wheel of time goes round.
SchillerHymn to Joy. Bowrings trans.
|At Earths great market where Joy is trafficked in,|
Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth.
Alan SeegerOde to Antares. Last lines.
|For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.|
Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 186.
| My plenteous joys,|
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 35.
|Tis safer to be that which we destroy|
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 9.
|I wish you all the joy that you can wish.|
Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 192.
|Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.|
| I have drunken deep of joy,|
And I will taste no other wine to-night.
ShelleyThe Cenci. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 92.
| There is a sweet joy which comes to us through sorrow.|
SpurgeonGleanings Among the Sheaves. Sweetness in Sorrow.
|Beauty for Ashes, and oil of joy!|
WhittierThe Preacher. St. 26. Quoting Isaiah LXI. 3.
|And often, glad no more,|
We wear a face of joy, because
We have been glad of yore.
|Joys seasond high, and tasting strong of guilt.|
YoungNight Thoughts. Night VIII. L. 835.