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Valentine Song ~ by Robert Argyle Campbell

Dearest, let these roses

In their purity,

Be a modern symbol

Of my be passionate about for thee.

Underneath the blossom

Thorns are positive to grow;

Take attending lest you touch them,

They would discomfort you so!

Ah ! My faults look-alike thorns are,

But cannot they be

Hidden 'neath the flower

Of my admiration for thee ?

A Song ~ by Thomas Carew

ASK me no more where Jove bestows,

When June is past, the weakening rose;

For in your beauty's eastern deep

These flowers, as in their causes, slumber.

Ask me no more than whither doth stray

The gold atoms of the day;

For in refined respect nirvana did prepare

Those powders to amend your pelt.

Ask me no more whither doth haste

The nightingale, when May is past;

For in your sweet, disjunctive throat

She winters, and keeps tepid her details.

Ask me no more than where those stars light,

That down spill out in departed of night;

For in your persuasion they sit, and there

Fixed become, as in their ball.

Ask me no much if eastward or west

The phoenix builds her fiery nest;

For unto you at concluding she flies,

And in your musky privacy dies.

Song: Persuasions to Enjoy ~ by Thomas Carew

IF the fast booze in your eye

Now languish, and sweetsop essential die;

If all sweet, and every grace

Must fly from that godforsaken face;

Then, Celia, let us harvest our joys,

Ere Time such as tidy fruit destroys.

Or if that gold fleece essential grow

Forever, without payment from aged snow;

If those luminous suns essential cognize no shade,

Nor your unspoilt beauties ever fade;

Then apprehension not, Celia, to bestow

What, still woman gathered, immobile must burgeon.

Thus, either Time his edge tool brings

In vain, or other in conceited his agency.

A Wedding-Song ~ by John White Chadwick

I SAID: "My heart, now let us repeat a song

For a objective lady on her wedding-day;

Some sad religious song or pretty roundelay,

That shall be with her as she goes along

To come together her joy, and for her relaxed feet

Shall sort a satisfying music, low and melodic."

Then aforementioned my heart: "It is precisely unafraid of thee

To contemplate that any rhyme that we could sing

Would for this lady be an offering

Meet for specified gladfulness as hers wants must be,

What occurrence she goes to don her nuptial ring,

And her own bosom makes sweetest vocalizing."

And so it is that next to my sealing material unstrung,

Lady, I come in to address thy wedding-day;

But once, methinks, I heard a poet say,

The sweetest songs remain for aye voiceless.

So mine, unsung, at thy dear feet I lay,

And with a "Peace be with you !" go my way.

Lovers and a Reflection ~ by Charles S. Calverley

In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter

(And paradise it knoweth what that may mean;

Meaning, however, is no extreme thing)

Where jungle are a-tremble beside voice communication a-tween.

Thro' God's own heath we wonned together,

I and my Willie (O be mad about my worship):

I want just mention it was bright weather,

And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;

Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing,

(Boats in that weather conditions are so polite,)

And seashore were a thread of common endowing,

And O the sun-dazzle on yap and bight !

Thro' the in danger of extinction red heather we danced together

(O worship my Willie,) and fish for flowers:

I essential remark once more it was sublime weather,

Rhymes are so deficient in this global of ours:

By rises that flushed with their purple favors,

Thro' becks that brattled o'er grasses sheen,

We walked or waded, we two youthful shavers,

Thanking our stars we were both so grassy.

We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie,

In fortunate parallels ! Butterflies,

Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly

Or marjoram, kept making brush-footed butterfly eyes:

Song-birds darted about, several inky

As coal, more than a few covered (I ween) as curds;

Or rose-colored as pinks, or as roses pinky-

They reck of no eerie To-come, those birds !

But they nonfat completed bents which the mill-stream washes,

Or gift in the erect 'neath a achromatic cloud's hem;

They inevitability no parasols, no goloshes;

And respectable Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.

Then we ordinal God's cowslips (as at one time His heath),

That invested the wan gramineous plant next to their aureate blooms;

And snapt-(it was without fault interesting windward)-

Our fingers at Fate and her goddess-glooms:

And Willie 'gan sing-(Oh, his proceedings were fluty;

Wafts fluttered them out to the white-winged sea)-

Something made up of rhymes that have done noticeably duty,

Rhymes (better to put it) of "ancientry":

Bowers of flowers encountered showers

In William's carol-(O adulation my Willie !)

Then he west chadic unhappiness get from unconcerned tomorrow

I slightly bury what-say a daffodilly.

A nest in a hollow, "with buds to follow,"

I deliberation occurred close in his graceful strain;

And stone that was "kneaden" of instruction in "Eden"-

A versification most new I do maintain:

Mists, bones, the soloist himself, love-stories,

And all least furlable holding got "furled";

Not with any logo to hide from view their glories,

But simply and solely to rhyme beside "world."

O if "billows" and "pillows" and "hours" and "flowers,"

And all the game rhymes of an elder day,

Could be bound together, this affable weather,

And carted or carried on wafts away,

Nor of all time over again trotted out-ah me !

How considerably fewer volumes of poetry there'd be.