Walter Scott (1771–1832) Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet
Canto V, stanza 10. <br class="br"> The Lady of the Lake http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/3011 (1810)
“Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind.”
Surprised by Joy, l. 1 (1815).
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“Gone, lost, scattered to the four winds. It still surprises me
how little now remains”
Wisława Szymborska (1923–2012) Polish writer
"A Speech at the Lost-and-Found"
Poems New and Collected (1998), Could Have (1972)
Context: Gone, lost, scattered to the four winds. It still surprises me
how little now remains, one first person sing., temporarily
declined in human form, just now making such a fuss
about a blue umbrella left yesterday on a bus.
Anatole France book Penguin Island
Book I : The Beginnings, Ch. VI : An Assembly In Paradise
Penguin Island (1908)
Context: When the baptism of the penguins was known in Paradise, it caused neither joy nor sorrow, but an extreme surprise. The Lord himself was embarrassed. He gathered an assembly of clerics and doctors, and asked them whether they regarded the baptism as valid.
“Still as they run they look behind,
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.”
Thomas Gray (1716–1771) English poet, historian
St. 4 <br class="br"> Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College http://www.thomasgray.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=odec (written 1742–1750)
Geoffrey Hill (1932–2016) English poet and professor
Interview, Telegraph Review, 2013
Robert Seymour Bridges (1844–1930) British writer
Melancholia http://www.sonnets.org/bridges.htm, st. 2. <br class="br">Poetry
Ba Jin (1904–2005) Chinese novelist
"When the Snow Melted" http://www.wordswithoutborders.org/article.php?lab=BaJin [Hua-Hsueh Ti Jih-Tzu] (1962), as translated by Tang Sheng at Words Without Borders <br class="br">Context: I felt a joy in my heart, which seemed filled with love, love for the sun, the snow, the wind and the hills, love for everything around me. It was in this mood that I walked down the snow-covered path dotted with black footprints. Further down the footprints mingled and made dirty little puddles. I picked my way over the thickest snow because I loved the crunching of snow underfoot. With the sunlight pouring down and a breeze in my face I felt that balmy spring was coming to meet me.