Everywhere the birds were singing jocundly.
"Mary Gray" by Katharine Tynan
This may sound jocund, but the writer testifies that it is true.
"Moriah's Mourning and Other Half-Hour Sketches" by Ruth McEnery Stuart
O jocund light taken from thy unhappy brother!
"The Carmina of Caius Valerius Catullus" by Caius Valerius Catullus
They all felt quite merry and jocund.
"The Boy Hunters" by Captain Mayne Reid
That psalms of rejoicing be sung with a loud voice and a swift and jocund measure.
"The Standard Oratorios" by George P. Upton
On what light and jocund scenes we look!
"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 107, September, 1866" by Various
Oh, what a fund of joy jocund lies hid in harmless hoaxes!
"The Book of Humorous Verse" by Various
Now the sky was lighted up a rosy red, so fast came on the 'jocund morn a tiptoe' over the waves.
"Heroes of the Goodwin Sands" by Thomas Stanley Treanor
His usually jocund face was lugubrious and worried.
"The Man Who Knew" by Edgar Wallace
Before their imperturbable jocundity what bad humour can exist?
"The Tapestry Book" by Helen Churchill Candee
Who then more blest than
When the glad schoolboy's task was done,
And forth, with jocund spirit, I run
To freedom and to joy?
"Ode to Health, 1730" by William Shenstone
Hark! how the merry bells ring jocund round,
And now they die upon the veering breeze
Anon they thunder loud
Full on the musing ear.
"On Whit-Monday" by Henry Kirke White
They met not as they once had met,
To laugh o'er many a jocund tale
But every pulse was beating low,
And every cheek was cold and pale.
"The Meeting Of The Dryads" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Bright smiles the face of bucksome day,
And merry bells their changes ring ;
But who is he in trim so gay,
Whose looks are glad as jocund Spring ?
"Reginald The Brave" by Laura Sophia Temple
BRITANNIA's sons, once more rejoice,
Let jocund mirth your cares dispel;
Be it proclaim'd with cheerful voice,
Each tongue the glad'ning tidings tell.
"On His Majesty’s Happy Recovery" by Elizabeth Bentley
Still - still the jocund train shall flow,
The pulse with vigorous rapture beat;
My Stella with new charms shall glow,
And every bliss in wine shall meet.
"Autumn" by Samuel Johnson