joy (n.)
- amusement
- beam
- beatification
- beatitude
- bewitchment
- blessedness
- bliss
- blissfulness
- caper
- carol
- cheer
- cheerfulness
- chirp
- chirrup
- crow
- dance
- delectation
- delight
- ecstasy
- elation
- enchantment
- enjoyment
- exaltation
- exhilaration
- exuberance
- felicity
- frisk
- frivolity
- frolic
- fruition
- fun
- gaiety
- gambol
- gladness
- glee
- gleefulness
- gloat
- glory
- happiness
- heaven
- hilarity
- intoxication
- jocularity
- jocundity
- jolliness
- jollity
- joviality
- joyfulness
- joyousness
- laugh
- laughter
- levity
- lilt
- merriment
- merriness
- mirth
- mirthfulness
- paradise
- purr
- rapture
- ravishment
- revel
- romp
- sing
- skip
- smile
- sunshine
- transport
- triumph
- whistle
joy (v.)
Such joy ambition finds.
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy!
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There's in you all that we believe of heaven,—
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds,
With joy and love triumphing.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.
A famous man is Robin Hood,
The English ballad-singer's joy.
But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Did ye not hear it?—No! 't was but the wind,
Or the car rattling o'er the stony street.
On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'.
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
Hope elevates, and joy
Brightens his crest.
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind!
What though my winged hours of bliss have been
Like angel visits, few and far between.
Thus hand in hand through life we 'll go;
Its checker'd paths of joy and woe
With cautious steps we 'll tread.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
Base Envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
There's in you all that we believe of heaven,—
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Farewell happy fields,
Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors!
A thing of beauty is a joy forever;
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.
How pure the joy, when first my hands unfold
The small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold!
Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud.
We in ourselves rejoice!
And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,
All melodies the echoes of that voice,
All colours a suffusion from that light.
Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas;
And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels
Than Caesar with a senate at his heels.
In parts superior what advantage lies?
Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise?
'T is but to know how little can be known;
To see all others' faults, and feel our own.
A mother's pride, a father's joy.
Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
And pleasure drown the brim.
And taste
The melancholy joy of evils past:
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
Love divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven to earth come down.
Divine Love.
Of right and wrong he taught
Truths as refined as ever Athens heard;
And (strange to tell!) he practised what he preached.
Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount Zion, . . . the city of the great King.
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table.
Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd;
Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd;
The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,
And ease of heart her every look convey'd.
And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy
I wantoned with thy breakers,
. . . . .
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane,—as I do here.
Give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span,
Because to laugh is proper to the man.
The best laid schemes o' mice and men
Gang aft a-gley;
And leave us naught but grief and pain
For promised joy.
My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such present joys therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by kind:
Though much I want which most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
Quaff immortality and joy.
No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy when misery is at hand.
'T is a little thing
To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips,
May give a shock of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarean juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
Sing, riding's a joy! For me I ride.
Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn.
The morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.
This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,—
There's nothing true but Heaven.
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
Oh stay! oh stay!
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain
To break its links so soon.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.
Sorrows remember'd sweeten present joy.
Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud.
We in ourselves rejoice!
And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,
All melodies the echoes of that voice,
All colours a suffusion from that light.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
Nor peace nor ease the heart can know
Which, like the needle true,
Turns at the touch of joy or woe,
But turning, trembles too.
And often, glad no more,
We wear a face of joy because
We have been glad of yore.
And the stern joy which warriors feel
In foemen worthy of their steel.
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
Or gave his father grief but when he died.
I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
All who joy would win
Must share it, happiness was born a twin.
