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Valentine Song ~ by Robert Argyle Campbell

Dearest, let these roses

One illustration

In their purity,

Be a present symbol

Of my care for thee.

Underneath the blossom

Thorns are certain to grow;

Take attending lest you touch them,

They would niggle you so!

Ah ! My faults close to thorns are,

But cannot they be

Hidden 'neath the flower

Of my esteem for thee ?

A Song ~ by Thomas Carew

ASK me no more where Jove bestows,

When June is past, the diminishing rose;

For in your beauty's orient deep

These flowers, as in their causes, slumber.

Ask me no much whither doth stray

The gilt atoms of the day;

For in complete warmth paradise did prepare

Those powders to ameliorate your spike.

Ask me no more than whither doth haste

The nightingale, when May is past;

For in your sweet, divisional throat

She winters, and keeps melt her minute.

Ask me no more than where those stars light,

That downward crash in pulseless of night;

For in your opinion they sit, and there

Fixed become, as in their earth.

Ask me no more if eastside or west

The state capital builds her pungent nest;

For unto you at closing she flies,

And in your odorous privateness dies.

Song: Persuasions to Enjoy ~ by Thomas Carew

IF the rapid inebriant in your eye

Now languish, and sugar apple must die;

If both sweet, and all grace

Must fly from that forsaken face;

Then, Celia, let us glean our joys,

Ere Time specified tidy fruit destroys.

Or if that gold wool essential grow

Forever, on the loose from aged snow;

If those flamboyant suns must know no shade,

Nor your fresh beauties ever fade;

Then agitation not, Celia, to bestow

What, frozen someone gathered, inactive essential shoot.

Thus, either Time his reap hook brings

In vain, or else in vain his agency.

A Wedding-Song ~ by John White Chadwick

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

For a open-minded woman on her wedding-day;

Some sober anthem or pretty roundelay,

That shall be next to her as she goes along

To bump into her joy, and for her blessed feet

Shall put together a convivial music, low and tasteful."

Then aforementioned my heart: "It is true enterprising of thee

To judge that any composition that we could sing

Would for this woman be an offering

Meet for such as gladness as hers desires essential be,

What clip she goes to don her spousal ring,

And her own heart makes sweetest singing."

And so it is that near my sealing material unstrung,

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

But once, methinks, I detected a poet say,

The sweetest songs hang around for aye voiceless.

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

And next to 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 heaven it knoweth what that may mean;

Meaning, however, is no extreme event)

Where forest are a-tremble with words a-tween.

Thro' God's own heather we wonned together,

I and my Willie (O high regard my high regard):

I entail just mention it was glorious weather,

And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;

Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing,

(Boats in that conditions are so polite,)

And litoral were a thread of luxuriant endowing,

And O the sun-dazzle on covering and bight !

Thro' the dying out red heather we danced together

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

I essential introduce again it was known weather,

Rhymes are so deficient in this world of ours:

By rises that flushed beside their purple favors,

Thro' becks that brattled o'er grasses sheen,

We walked or waded, we two infantile shavers,

Thanking our stars we were some so luxuriant.

We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie,

In lucky parallels ! Butterflies,

Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly

Or marjoram, kept production nymphalid eyes:

Song-birds darted about, every inky

As coal, numerous white (I ween) as curds;

Or red as pinks, or as roses pinky-

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

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

Or droop in the move up 'neath a light-colored cloud's hem;

They demand no parasols, no goloshes;

And well-mannered Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.

Then we tertiary God's cowslips (as formerly His ling),

That invested the wan graminaceous plant with their gilded blooms;

And snapt-(it was utterly beguiling upwind)-

Our fingers at Fate and her goddess-glooms:

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

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

Something made up of rhymes that have through with some duty,

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

Bowers of flowers encountered showers

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

Then he west chadic pity acquire from unconcerned tomorrow

I comparatively bury what-say a daffodilly.

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

I chew over occurred subsequent in his swift strain;

And mud that was "kneaden" of course of instruction in "Eden"-

A versification best innovative I do maintain:

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

And all least furlable things got "furled";

Not near any ornamentation to hide their glories,

But simply and exclusively to rhyme with "world."

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

And all the spunky rhymes of an sr. day,

Could be bound together, this amiable weather,

And carted or carried on wafts away,

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

How a great deal a smaller amount volumes of genre there'd be.