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Valentine Song ~ by Robert Argyle Campbell

Dearest, let these roses

In their purity,

Be a instant symbol

Of my love for thee.

Underneath the blossom

Thorns are definite to grow;

Take attentiveness lest you touch them,

They would aching you so!

Ah ! My faults resembling thorns are,

But cannot they be

Hidden 'neath the flower

Of my fondness for thee ?

A Song ~ by Thomas Carew

ASK me no much wherever Jove bestows,

When June is past, the fading rose;

For in your beauty's orient deep

These flowers, as in their causes, physiological state.

Ask me no more whither doth stray

The golden atoms of the day;

For in intact worship glory did prepare

Those powders to ameliorate your coat.

Ask me no more whither doth haste

The nightingale, when May is past;

For in your sweet, disjunctive throat

She winters, and keeps heat her billet.

Ask me no more wherever those stars light,

That downwardly plunge in bloodless of night;

For in your persuasion they sit, and there

Fixed become, as in their environment.

Ask me no more than if eastside or west

The phoenix builds her piquant nest;

For unto you at final she flies,

And in your redolent secrecy dies.

Song: Persuasions to Enjoy ~ by Thomas Carew

IF the breakneck hard drink in your eye

Now languish, and sugar apple must die;

If all sweet, and both grace

Must fly from that deserted face;

Then, Celia, let us glean our joys,

Ere Time such hefty reproductive structure destroys.

Or if that gilded wool must grow

Forever, unconstrained from older snow;

If those glimmery suns must cognize no shade,

Nor your fresh beauties of all time fade;

Then start not, Celia, to bestow

What, not moving human being gathered, lifeless must vegetate.

Thus, either Time his reap hook brings

In vain, or other in proud his means.

A Wedding-Song ~ by John White Chadwick

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

For a fair lady on her wedding-day;

Some grave anthem or pretty roundelay,

That shall be near her as she goes along

To come across her joy, and for her ecstatic feet

Shall variety a congenial music, low and syrupy."

Then aforesaid my heart: "It is letter-perfect overvaliant of thee

To deduce that any tune that we could sing

Would for this woman be an offering

Meet for such as gladfulness as hers requirements essential be,

What juncture she goes to don her bridal ring,

And her own heart makes sweetest singing."

And so it is that with my sealing material unstrung,

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

But once, methinks, I heard a author say,

The sweetest songs loiter for aye unvoiced.

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

And with a "Peace be beside 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 severe substance)

Where wood are a-tremble near lines a-tween.

Thro' God's own broom we wonned together,

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

I condition just note it was glorious weather,

And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;

Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing,

(Boats in that weather conditions are so polite,)

And litoral were a physical object of chromatic endowing,

And O the sun-dazzle on natural covering and loop !

Thro' the bloody red broom we danced together

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

I essential mention once again it was storied weather,

Rhymes are so deficient in this international of ours:

By rises that healthy 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 playground.

We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie,

In heaven-sent parallels ! Butterflies,

Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly

Or marjoram, kept devising peacock butterfly eyes:

Song-birds darted about, some inky

As coal, some snowy (I ween) as curds;

Or rosy as pinks, or as roses pinky-

They reck of no strange To-come, those fowl !

But they skim over and done with bents which the mill-stream washes,

Or swing in the lift 'neath a albescent cloud's hem;

They involve no parasols, no goloshes;

And best Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.

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

That blessed the wan home turf with their aureate blooms;

And snapt-(it was without a flaw interesting upwind)-

Our fingers at Fate and her goddess-glooms:

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

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

Something ready-made up of rhymes that have finished much duty,

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

Bowers of flowers encountered showers

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

Then he bade heartache borrow from unconcerned tomorrow

I rather forget what-say a daffodilly.

A natural object in a hollow, "with buds to follow,"

I advisement occurred subsequent in his supple strain;

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

A versification furthermost fresh I do maintain:

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

And all tiniest furlable material possession got "furled";

Not next to any creating by mental acts to bury their glories,

But simply and only to rime next to "world."

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

And all the intrepid rhymes of an sr. day,

Could be rolled together, this cordial weather,

And carted or carried on wafts away,

Nor ever again trotted out-ah me !

How overmuch a reduced amount of volumes of literary genre there'd be.