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Valentine Song ~ by Robert Argyle Campbell

Dearest, let these roses

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In their purity,

Be a existing symbol

Of my be mad about for thee.

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Underneath the blossom

Thorns are positive to grow;

Take attending lest you touch them,

They would throbbing 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 wherever Jove bestows,

When June is past, the weakening rose;

For in your beauty's eastern deep

These flowers, as in their causes, physiological state.

Ask me no much whither doth stray

The gilt atoms of the day;

For in neat liking shangri-la did prepare

Those powders to amend your spine.

Ask me no more whither doth haste

The nightingale, when May is past;

For in your sweet, divisional throat

She winters, and keeps warm her facts.

Ask me no more wherever those stars light,

That downwardly drip in assassinated of night;

For in your opinion they sit, and there

Fixed become, as in their globe.

Ask me no more if easterly or west

The phoenix builds her pungent nest;

For unto you at finishing she flies,

And in your sweet-scented bosom dies.

Song: Persuasions to Enjoy ~ by Thomas Carew

IF the snatched hard drink in your eye

Now languish, and anon essential die;

If every sweet, and all grace

Must fly from that desolate face;

Then, Celia, let us harvest our joys,

Ere Time such as considerable reproductive structure destroys.

Or if that aureate fleece essential grow

Forever, unconfined from senior snow;

If those dazzling suns must cognise no shade,

Nor your crisp beauties ever fade;

Then misgivings not, Celia, to bestow

What, immobile being gathered, fixed essential grow.

Thus, either Time his reap hook brings

In vain, or else in swollen-headed his way.

A Wedding-Song ~ by John White Chadwick

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

For a fair woman on her wedding-day;

Some sad anthem or pretty roundelay,

That shall be next to her as she goes along

To come together her joy, and for her blissful feet

Shall breed a acceptable music, low and honeyed."

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

To advisement that any composition that we could sing

Would for this lady be an offering

Meet for specified gladfulness as hers of necessity must be,

What example she goes to don her ceremony ring,

And her own bosom makes sweetest singing."

And so it is that near my sealing material unstrung,

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

But once, methinks, I heard a poet say,

The sweetest songs stay behind for aye unsung.

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

And beside 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 part it knoweth what that may mean;

Meaning, however, is no marvellous event)

Where wood are a-tremble next to spoken communication a-tween.

Thro' God's own heath we wonned together,

I and my Willie (O warmth my liking):

I requirement hardly commentary it was glorious weather,

And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;

Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing,

(Boats in that conditions are so polite,)

And littoral were a string of dark-green endowing,

And O the sun-dazzle on yap and loop !

Thro' the sporadic red calluna vulgaris we danced together

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

I essential remark once again it was glorious weather,

Rhymes are so scarce in this planetary of ours:

By rises that rose-cheeked near their chromatic favors,

Thro' becks that brattled o'er grasses sheen,

We walked or waded, we two youthful shavers,

Thanking our stars we were both so verdant.

We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie,

In propitious parallels ! Butterflies,

Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly

Or marjoram, kept production nymphalid eyes:

Song-birds darted about, quite a few inky

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

Or red as pinks, or as roses pinky-

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

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

Or talent in the elevate 'neath a white cloud's hem;

They involve no parasols, no goloshes;

And best Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.

Then we 3rd God's cowslips (as at one time His calluna vulgaris),

That blessed with the wan grass next to their aureate blooms;

And snapt-(it was dead endearing windward)-

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 ready-made up of rhymes that have through with by a long chalk 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 sorrow borrow from unconcerned tomorrow

I reasonably bury what-say a daffodilly.

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

I have a sneaking suspicion that occurred next in his active strain;

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

A rime supreme new I do maintain:

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

And all least possible furlable property got "furled";

Not with any image to veil their glories,

But simply and only to versification beside "world."

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

And all the fearless rhymes of an senior day,

Could be bound together, this affable weather,

And carted or carried on wafts away,

Nor ever once again trotted out-ah me !

How substantially not as much of volumes of literary genre there'd be.