I speak not of the finicking joy
of the gourmet, but the joy
of an honest appetite in ecstasy, the elemental joy
of absorbing quantities of fresh simple food,--mere roast lamb, new potatoes, and peas of living green.
Now in the solitude of the country, she began to be more and more frequently aware of those joys
. Often, looking at them, she would make every possible effort to persuade herself that she was mistaken, that she as a mother was partial to her children.
These quick little joys
of hers were sources of joy
They had tested each other in what seemed only a short time; and, instinctively, they recognized that their souls were of a kind whose inexhaustible riches promised for the future unceasing joys
"I don't know any more about solitude this week than I did about joy
and duty last week," grumbled Rebecca.
is it for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and forget himself.
There were so many we would have liked to name her for; we couldn't choose between them, so we decided on Joyce--we can call her Joy
for short--Joy--it suits so well.
I could hardly believe that so great a good fortune could have befallen me, but when I became assured that my enemy had indeed fled, I clapped my hands for joy
and ran down to Clerval.
One evening, when she was spinning flax, and had worked her little white hands weary, she heard a rustling beside her and a cry of joy
. Then she saw a handsome youth standing beside her; who knelt down at her feet and kissed the little weary white hands.
O plead with gentle words for us, And whisper tenderly Of generous love to that cold heart, And it will answer ye; And though you fade in a dreary home, Yet loving hearts will tell Of the joy
and peace that you have given: Flowers, dear flowers, farewell!"
But dreams--of those who dream as I, Aspiringly, are damned, and die: Yet should I swear I mean alone, By notes so very shrilly blown, To break upon Time's monotone, While yet my vapid joy
and grief Are tintless of the yellow leaf-- Why not an imp the graybeard hath, Will shake his shadow in my path-- And e'en the graybeard will o'erlook Connivingly my dreaming-book.
I wish you joy
, Miss!" and he politely pulled his forelock.