Quotes About Joy

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.

It is right it should be so: Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go.

Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.

I have no name I am but two days old.- What shall I call thee? I happy am Joy is my name,- Sweet joy befell thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old. Sweet joy I call thee: Thou dost smile. I sing the while Sweet joy befell thee. - Infant Joy

Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine, runs a joy with silken twine.

Arise you little glancing wings, and sing your infant joy! Arise and drink your bliss, for every thing that lives is holy!

A happy fly If I live Or if I die

The soul of sweet delight can never be defiled.

The sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the spring. The skylark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around, To the bells' cheerful sound, While our sports shall be seen On the echoing green.

Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.

Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.

As the caterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

Aquel que se ata una alegría la alada vida destruye; aquel que besa la alegría según vuela vive en la aurora de la eternidad.

O! he give to us his Joy That our grief he may destroy; Till our grief is fled and gone He doth sit by us and moan.

Every object that is loved forms the center of a paradise.

Such, such were the joys When we all -- girls and boys -- In our youth-time were seen On the echoing Green.

As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys

Energy is eternal delight." ? William Blake

Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year. Little lamb, Here I am; Come and lick My white neck; Let me pull Your soft wool; Let me kiss Your soft face; Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.

It is right it should be so Man was made for Joy & Woe And when this we rightly know Thro the World we safely go Joy & Woe are woven fine A Clothing for the soul divine Under every grief & pine Runs a joy with silken twine

Little boy, Full of joy; Little girl, Sweet and small; Cock does crow, So do you; Merry voice, Infant noise; Merrily, merrily to welcome in the year.

He did not mean that his parents neglected him or that he found no friend. Rather, he meant that... our only sources of joy and mirth lie within us, in the mind, rather than outside us, on the earth. Blake's parents were loving and giving, but they could not give him the heavenly beauty and spiritual peace which is to be found only within us, in Christ, or, as Blake came to call Him, in the Human Imagination.