They grew in beauty side by side,

They filled one home with glee:

Their graves are severed far and wide

By mount and stream and sea.

John Keble (1792-1866): The Graves of a Household.

On his bold visage middle age

Had slightly press'd its signet sage,

Yet had not quench'd the open truth

And fiery vehemence of youth:

Forward and frolic glee was there,

The will to do, the soul to dare.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 21.

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace

The day's disasters in his morning face;

Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee

At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;

Full well the busy whisper circling round

Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.

Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught,

The love he bore to learning was in fault;

The village all declar'd how much he knew,

'T was certain he could write and cipher too.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 199.

So many, and so many, and such glee.

John Keats (1795-1821): Endymion. Book iv.