But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,

Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;

Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,

And froze the genial current of the soul.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 13.

There shall he love when genial morn appears,

Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 95.