When Joy and Duty clash, 'T is Joy must go to smash."
There is one's work also: what a joy it is to one, if one happens to like work.
Rebecca Of Sunnybrook Farm
A field of poppies, a glen of ferns, a row of poplars on a country lane, the tawny brown of a hillside, the shaft of sunlight on a distant peak--all such were provocative of quick
joys which seemed to him like so many outbursts of song.
Burning Daylight
At these words, said with tears of joy, the bride forgot her sufferings; for she had indeed suffered in presenting herself before the public to obtain a happiness her parents refused to sanction.
This masterpiece of her art and her joy was a votive offering to their wedded felicity.
A tear rolled from the eyes of the young Corsican; never did he so well understand the joys that his Ginevra was sacrificing to him.
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.
The days flowed rapidly by, filled with occupation and the joys of their love.
Vendetta
A meeting, which he anticipated with such joy, so strangely turned to bitterness.
I felt also sentiments of joy and affection revive in my bosom; my gloom disappeared, and in a short time I became as cheerful as before I was attacked by the fatal passion.
Frankenstein
The King's stern face grew milder as he gazed on the gentle Fairy, and the flowers seemed to look beseechingly upon him; while their fragrant voices sounded softly in his ear, telling of their dying sisters, and of the joy it gives to bring happiness to the weak and sorrowing.
Long stayed the messenger, and deeper grew his wonder that the Fairy could have left so fair a home, to toil in the dreary palace of his cruel master, and suffer cold and weariness, to give life and joy to the weak and sorrowing.
Will you possess unfading peace and joy, and the grateful love of all the green earth's fragrant children?
Violet conquered, and his cold heart Warmed with music, love, and light; And his fair home, once so dreary, Gay with lovely Elves and flowers, Brought a joy that never faded Through the long bright summer hours.
Brighter grew the golden light, gayer sang the birds, and the harmonious voices of grateful flowers, sounding over the earth, carried new joy to all their gentle kindred.
Flower Fables