Welcome in the jocund spring Which bids all men lovers be!
"Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, Complete" by John Symonds
Jocund ascends, how lovely is the view To him who owns the fair domain!
"The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. 1" by William Lisle Bowles
The whole jocund company seem to fill the place with mirth.
"Correggio" by Estelle M. Hurll
There sits twenty-five years of equity administration; behind it, thirty years of jocund and various life.
"The Entailed Hat" by George Alfred Townsend
As if that morn were a jocund one.
"Lyra Heroica" by Various
Jocund was the balmy air with laughter, whistle, and song.
"Recreations of Christopher North, Volume 2" by John Wilson
Merrily rang the reveille as "jocund day" came riding o'er the misty mountain-tops.
"Under Fire" by Charles King
He would take no thought for the morrow, he would be able to take no thought so long as he was in this jocund company.
"The Call of the Blood" by Robert Smythe Hichens
And he was as jocund a bridegroom as ever put a ring upon a lady's finger.
"Kept in the Dark" by Anthony Trollope
For he was riding through an air almost jocund, and his spirit sang within him.
"Gilian The Dreamer" by Neil Munro
Ah, while around us rosy youth rejoices,
For us the sorrow-laden breezes sigh,
And through the chorus of its jocund voices
Throbs the sharp note of misery's hopeless cry.
"The Iron Gate" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Now seated round the tulip's ample bowl,
To jocund elves he doth his wiles betray;
In mirthful glee the hours unheeded roll,
Till dawn just peeps, then swift they hie away.
"Will-O'-Wisp" by Charlotte Dacre
A PASTORAL. Fair Nature looks jocund, her features are gay,
And ripe are the Roses of Love,
The children of Summer blush wild on the spray,
And soft are the songs of the grove.
"Summer" by Laura Sophia Temple
Still is the LARK, that hov'ring o'er yon spray,
With jocund carol usher'd in the morn;
And mute the NIGHTINGALE, whose tender lay
Melted the feeling mind with sounds forlorn:
"Sonnet to the Memory of Miss Maria Linley" by Mary Darby Robinson
A happy year, sweet as the breath of flowers:
A merry year, glad as the song of birds,
A jocund year, gay as brown harvest hours;
A prosperous year, rich, as in flocks and herds.
"Fragments" by Sarah Anne Curzon
And jocund laugh of merry crowd
In accents wild, profane, and loud,
Break on the midnight air;
For you bring peace and joy and rest,
Refreshment for a mind distressed,
And banish grief and care.
"Mountain Brook" by Jared Barhite