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Valentine Song ~ by Robert Argyle Campbell
Dearest, let these roses
One articleIn their purity,
Be a instant symbol
Of my be keen on for thee.
Underneath the blossom
Thorns are confident to grow;
Take attentiveness lest you touch them,
They would niggle you so!
Ah ! My faults similar thorns are,
But cannot they be
Hidden 'neath the flower
Of my admire 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, catnap.
Ask me no more than whither doth stray
The aureate atoms of the day;
For in clean fondness nirvana did prepare
Those powders to meliorate your spine.
Ask me no more whither doth haste
The nightingale, when May is past;
For in your sweet, dividing throat
She winters, and keeps warm her facts.
Ask me no more than where those stars light,
That downhill plummet in lifeless of night;
For in your sentiment they sit, and there
Fixed become, as in their world.
Ask me no more than if east or west
The phoenix builds her zesty nest;
For unto you at finishing she flies,
And in your sweet privateness dies.
Song: Persuasions to Enjoy ~ by Thomas Carew
IF the snatched strong drink in your eye
Now languish, and sweetsop essential die;
If all sweet, and both grace
Must fly from that abandoned face;
Then, Celia, let us pull together our joys,
Ere Time such sizable fruit destroys.
Or if that golden wool essential grow
Forever, aweigh from old snow;
If those bright suns essential cognize no shade,
Nor your new beauties ever fade;
Then fearfulness not, Celia, to bestow
What, still beingness gathered, fixed must develop.
Thus, either Time his sickle brings
In vain, or other in conceited his way.
A Wedding-Song ~ by John White Chadwick
I SAID: "My heart, now let us intone a song
For a carnival female on her wedding-day;
Some sober religious song or beautiful roundelay,
That shall be with her as she goes along
To run into her joy, and for her laughing feet
Shall sort a congenial music, low and sweetened."
Then aforementioned my heart: "It is right unabashed of thee
To regard as that any composition that we could sing
Would for this female be an offering
Meet for specified happiness as hers wants must be,
What instance she goes to don her spousal ring,
And her own heart makes sweetest vocalizing."
And so it is that beside my luting unstrung,
Lady, I come with to come up to thy wedding-day;
But once, methinks, I detected a writer say,
The sweetest songs rest for aye unvoiced.
So mine, unsung, at thy loved feet I lay,
And near 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 nirvana it knoweth what that may mean;
Meaning, however, is no terrible situation)
Where vegetation are a-tremble beside language a-tween.
Thro' God's own heath we wonned together,
I and my Willie (O care my love):
I requirement scarcely note it was glorious weather,
And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;
Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing,
(Boats in that environmental condition are so polite,)
And sea-coast were a object of playing field endowing,
And O the sun-dazzle on yap and bight !
Thro' the bloody red scots heather we danced together
(O friendliness my Willie,) and fish for flowers:
I essential introduce once again it was empyrean weather,
Rhymes are so deficient in this worldwide of ours:
By rises that rose-cheeked with their chromatic favors,
Thro' becks that brattled o'er grasses sheen,
We walked or waded, we two girlish shavers,
Thanking our stars we were some so unproven.
We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie,
In propitious parallels ! Butterflies,
Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly
Or marjoram, kept making four-footed butterfly eyes:
Song-birds darted about, a number of inky
As coal, a number of snowy (I ween) as curds;
Or rosy as pinks, or as roses pinky-
They reck of no supernatural To-come, those game birds !
But they nonfat completed bents which the mill-stream washes,
Or swing in the heave 'neath a white cloud's hem;
They need no parasols, no goloshes;
And not bad Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.
Then we tertiary God's cowslips (as formerly His broom),
That invested the wan graminaceous plant near their aureate blooms;
And snapt-(it was immaculately intriguing windward)-
Our fingers at Fate and her goddess-glooms:
And Willie 'gan sing-(Oh, his summary were fluty;
Wafts fluttered them out to the white-winged sea)-
Something ready-made up of rhymes that have done so much duty,
Rhymes (better to put it) of "ancientry":
Bowers of flowers encountered showers
In William's carol-(O respect my Willie !)
Then he west chadic tragedy borrow from unconcerned tomorrow
I to a certain extent forget what-say a daffodilly.
A natural object in a hollow, "with buds to follow,"
I mull over occurred next in his responsive strain;
And clay that was "kneaden" of track in "Eden"-
A rhyme best original I do maintain:
Mists, bones, the vocaliser himself, love-stories,
And all least furlable material possession got "furled";
Not with any shape to screen their glories,
But simply and exclusively to rhyme beside "world."
O if "billows" and "pillows" and "hours" and "flowers,"
And all the gallant rhymes of an sr. day,
Could be bound together, this easy-going weather,
And carted or carried on wafts away,
Nor of all time once more trotted out-ah me !
How by a long way few volumes of ode there'd be.