A simple child

That lightly draws its breath,

And feels its life in every limb,

What should it know of death?

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): We are Seven.

Lightly from fair to fair he flew,

And loved to plead, lament, and sue;

Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain,

For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Marmion. Canto v. Stanza 9.

Wearing all that weight

Of learning lightly like a flower.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): In Memoriam. Conclusion. Stanza 10.

In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;

In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Locksley Hall. Line 19.