So mayst thou live, dear! many years, / In all the bliss that life endears, / Not without smiles, nor yet from tears / Too strictly kept: / When first thy infant littleness / I folded in my fond caress, / The greatest proof of happiness / Was this—I wept.

What different dooms our birthdays bring!

Good-morrow to the golden Morning! / Good-morrow to the world's delight! / I've come to bless thy life's beginning, / That hath made my own so bright!

My archery is all unlearn'd / And grief against myself has turn'd / My arrows and my bow!

A decent steak—a solid cut of seal—no wafer slice!

No sun - no moon! / No morn - no noon - / No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day. / No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, / No comfortable feel in any member - / No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, / No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! - / November!

I love thee — I love thee! / 'Tis all that I can say; — / It is my vision in the night, / My dreaming in the day; / The very echo of my heart, / The blessing when I pray:

A lake and a fairy boat, / To sail in the moonlight clear, / Where merrily you might float / From the dragons that watch you here!

There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.

Oh! if it be to choose and call thee mine, / Love, thou art every day my Valentine.