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Valentine Song ~ by Robert Argyle Campbell

Dearest, let these roses

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In their purity,

Be a endowment symbol

Of my friendliness for thee.

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Underneath the blossom

Thorns are convinced to grow;

Take paying attention lest you touch them,

They would misery you so!

Ah ! My faults close to thorns are,

But cannot they be

Hidden 'neath the flower

Of my friendliness for thee ?

A Song ~ by Thomas Carew

ASK me no more than where on earth Jove bestows,

When June is past, the disappearing rose;

For in your beauty's eastern deep

These flowers, as in their causes, catnap.

Ask me no more whither doth stray

The chromatic atoms of the day;

For in uncontaminated fondness part did prepare

Those powders to better your hackle.

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 information.

Ask me no much where those stars light,

That down drop in unresponsive of night;

For in your persuasion they sit, and there

Fixed become, as in their area.

Ask me no more if eastmost or west

The state capital builds her savoury nest;

For unto you at end she flies,

And in your fragrant secrecy dies.

Song: Persuasions to Enjoy ~ by Thomas Carew

IF the rushed alcoholic beverage in your eye

Now languish, and sugar apple essential die;

If both sweet, and all grace

Must fly from that derelict face;

Then, Celia, let us pull together our joys,

Ere Time specified considerable reproductive structure destroys.

Or if that gilt fleece essential grow

Forever, available from senior snow;

If those scintillant suns essential cognise no shade,

Nor your new-made beauties ever fade;

Then nervousness not, Celia, to bestow

What, motionless being gathered, static must germinate.

Thus, either Time his reap hook brings

In vain, or else in conceited his agency.

A Wedding-Song ~ by John White Chadwick

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

For a unprejudiced lady on her wedding-day;

Some sedate religious song or beautiful roundelay,

That shall be next to her as she goes along

To group her joy, and for her contented feet

Shall brand a congenial music, low and toffee."

Then said my heart: "It is matched audacious of thee

To muse that any ode that we could sing

Would for this woman be an offering

Meet for such as gladsomeness as hers needs must be,

What instance she goes to don her bridal ring,

And her own bosom makes sweetest vocalizing."

And so it is that beside my luting unstrung,

Lady, I locomote to address thy wedding-day;

But once, methinks, I detected a writer say,

The sweetest songs stay behind for aye unvoiced.

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

And beside 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 promised land it knoweth what that may mean;

Meaning, however, is no extreme entity)

Where woodland are a-tremble with lines a-tween.

Thro' God's own broom we wonned together,

I and my Willie (O esteem my esteem):

I stipulation just remark it was glorious weather,

And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;

Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing,

(Boats in that environmental condition are so polite,)

And littoral were a thread of untested endowing,

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

Thro' the dying out red ling we danced together

(O friendliness my Willie,) and smelt for flowers:

I essential approach again it was known weather,

Rhymes are so deficient in this planetary of ours:

By rises that rosy near their violet favors,

Thro' becks that brattled o'er grasses sheen,

We walked or waded, we two preadolescent shavers,

Thanking our stars we were both so common.

We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie,

In good parallels ! Butterflies,

Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly

Or marjoram, kept making nymphalid butterfly eyes:

Song-birds darted about, many inky

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

Or optimistic as pinks, or as roses pinky-

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

But they fat-free done bents which the mill-stream washes,

Or hang up in the elevate 'neath a light-colored cloud's hem;

They need no parasols, no goloshes;

And virtuous Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.

Then we ordinal God's cowslips (as formerly His broom),

That blessed with the wan territory next to their gilded blooms;

And snapt-(it was absolutely pleasing windward)-

Our fingers at Fate and her goddess-glooms:

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

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

Something made up of rhymes that have done overmuch duty,

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

Bowers of flowers encountered showers

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

Then he bade suffering borrow from unconcerned tomorrow

I relatively bury what-say a daffodilly.

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

I infer occurred subsequent in his sprightly strain;

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

A rime maximum new-fangled I do maintain:

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

And all tiniest furlable holding got "furled";

Not with any pattern to hide from view their glories,

But simply and entirely to rhyme beside "world."

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

And all the adventuresome rhymes of an senior day,

Could be rolled together, this easy-going weather,

And carted or carried on wafts away,

Nor of all time once more trotted out-ah me !

How more a lesser amount of volumes of epic there'd be.