"Jubilant" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; O, be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet,— Our God ...
— This Country Of Ours • H. E. Marshall Author: Henrietta Elizabeth Marshall
... coming of the hawthorn brings on earth Heaven: all the spring speaks out in one sweet word, And heaven grows gladder, knowing that earth has heard. Ere half the flowers are jubilant in birth, The splendour of the laughter of their mirth Dazzles delight with wonder: man and bird Rejoice and worship, stilled at heart and stirred With rapture girt ...
— A Channel Passage and Other Poems - Taken from The Collected Poetical Works of Algernon Charles - Swinburne--Vol VI • Algernon Charles Swinburne
... jubilant Spaniards, expecting to treat Napoleon as they had treated Dupont, had summoned the English to join them. Moore's orders were to assist them, and he prepared to obey, although he well knew what would be the consequences of Spanish hallucination. With one column he reached Salamanca on ...
— The Life of Napoleon Bonaparte - Vol. III. (of IV.) • William Milligan Sloane
... in, the like of which I have never tasted since. Here I lay dreaming of the great and beautiful world without, watching the skylark soar ever higher with its song of triumph and joy, and here I learned the sweet lesson of love that has echoed its jubilant note through all the years, and will until we reach the golden gate, she and I, to which love holds ...
— The Making of an American • Jacob A. Riis
... Snorting with furious joy. Hidden by rushes he yet drew near, Behind the Canoeist, until on his ear Those snortings fell, both full and clear. Floating about the backwater shy, Stronger and stronger the shindy stole, Filling the startled Canoeist with fear; And the jubilant jobating voice, With menaces meaning and manifold, Flowed forth on a "snorter" clear and bold (As when a party-procession rejoice With drums, and trumpets, and with banners of gold), Until the Canoeist's blood ran cold, And over his paddle he crouched and rolled; And he wished himself ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 100, March 28, 1891 • Various
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