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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Delight

A sip is the most that mortals are permitted from any goblet of delight.

A. Bronson Alcott.

I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others.

Burke.

  • These violent delights have violent ends
  • And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
  • Which as they kiss consume.
  • Shakespeare.

  • A voice of greeting from the wind was sent;
  • The mists enfolded me with soft white arms;
  • The birds did sing to lap me in content,
  • The rivers wove their charms,—
  • And every little daisy in the grass
  • Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!
  • R. H. Stoddard.

    The last excessive feelings of delight are always grave.

    Leigh Hunt.