Oh, blest with temper whose unclouded ray

Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day!

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 257.

Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,

Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Traveller. Line 185.

She was a phantom of delight

When first she gleamed upon my sight,

A lovely apparition, sent

To be a moment's ornament;

Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,

Like twilights too her dusky hair,

But all things else about her drawn

From May-time and the cheerful dawn.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): She was a Phantom of Delight.

Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:

England hath need of thee!

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Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart:

So didst thou travel on life's common way

In cheerful godliness.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): London, 1802.

For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,

And disapproves that care, though wise in show,

That with superfluous burden loads the day,

And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.

John Milton (1608-1674): Sonnet xxi. To Cyriac Skinner.

Thus with the year

Seasons return; but not to me returns

Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,

Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,

Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;

But cloud instead, and ever-during dark

Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men

Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair

Presented with a universal blank

Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd,

And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 40.

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays

And confident to-morrows.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Excursion. Book vii.