delighted
In common with all the world, we have been much
delighted
with “The Shepherd’s Hunting” by Withers–a poem partaking, in a remarkable degree, of the peculiarities of “Il Penseroso.” Speaking of Poesy the author says:
They learned all the trails and cow-paths; but nothing
delighted
them more than to essay the roughest and most impossible rides, where they were glad to crouch and crawl along the narrowest deer-runs, Bob and Mab struggling and forcing their way along behind.
And thereafter she never came to the bed of wise Zeus for a full year, not to sit in her carved chair as aforetime to plan wise counsel for him, but stayed in her temples where many pray, and
delighted
in her offerings, large-eyed queenly Hera.
So prodigiously good was the eating and drinking on board these sluggish but most comfortable vessels, that there are legends extant of an English traveller, who, coming to Belgium for a week, and travelling in one of these boats, was so
delighted
with the fare there that he went backwards and forwards from Ghent to Bruges perpetually until the railroads were invented, when he drowned himself on the last trip of the passage-boat.
There was such fascination in her pluck, nimbleness, the continual exhibition of unfailing seaworthiness, in the semblance of courage and endurance, that I could not give up the delight of watching her run through the three unforgettable days of that gale which my mate also
delighted
to extol as “a famous shove.”
Adam was
delighted
and replied cordially; he had often heard his father speak of the older branch of the family with whom his people had long lost touch.
Refreshed,
delighted
, invigorated, I walked along, forgetting all my cares, feeling as if I had wings to my feet, and could go at least forty miles without fatigue, and experiencing a sense of exhilaration to which I had been an entire stranger since the days of early youth.
A roar of
delighted
shrieks arose in the nursery, and never ceased till they had set off for the bathing-place.
Dashwood’s estimation he was as faultless as in Marianne’s; and Elinor saw nothing to censure in him but a propensity, in which he strongly resembled and peculiarly
delighted
her sister, of saying too much what he thought on every occasion, without attention to persons or circumstances.
While my companion contemplated with a serious and satisfied spirit the magnificent appearances of things, I
delighted
in investigating their causes.
Allen, I long to introduce them; they will be so
delighted
to see you: the tallest is Isabella, my eldest; is not she a fine young woman?
All who read it were
delighted
with the poems, and said that if there was any more such poetry in the Highlands, it should be gathered together and printed before it was lost and forgotten for ever.