Her hair was dark and curly, floatin to the saddle bow,
Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was sweet and low;
When I was one-and-twenty, sure my heart was in a whirl,
Ridin neath the blossomed gum-trees with OGradys little girl.

Blessings On Children

© William Gilmore Simms

Blessings on the blessing children, sweetest gifts of Heaven to earth,

Filling all the heart with gladness, filling all the house with mirth;

Don Juan: Canto The Second

© George Gordon Byron

Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations,

Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain,

Written At Sea

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

What is my quarrel with thee, beautiful sea,
That thus I cannot love thy waves or thee,
Or hear thy voice but it tormenteth me?

In February

© George MacDonald

Now in the dark of February rains,
Poor lovers of the sunshine, spring is born,
The earthy fields are full of hidden corn,
And March's violets bud along the lanes;

The Mothers Last Watch

© Caroline Norton

Written on the occasion of the death of the infant daughter of Her Grace the Duchess of Sutherland.
I.
HARK, through the proudly decorated halls,
How strangely sounds the voice of bitter woe,

"Could I but leave men wiser by my song "

© Alfred Austin

Could I but leave men wiser by my song,

And somewhat happier in their little day,

I want to Talk to Thee

I want to talk to thee of many things
Or sit in silence when the robin sings
His littl' song, when comes the winter bleak,
I want to sit beside thee, cheek by cheek.