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Valentine Song ~ by Robert Argyle Campbell

Dearest, let these roses

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In their purity,

Be a contemporary symbol

Of my adulation for thee.

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Underneath the blossom

Thorns are convinced to grow;

Take paying attention lest you touch them,

They would cramp you so!

Ah ! My faults same thorns are,

But cannot they be

Hidden 'neath the flower

Of my worship 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, sleep lightly.

Ask me no more whither doth stray

The aureate atoms of the day;

For in virtuous liking glory did prepare

Those powders to better your fuzz.

Ask me no more than whither doth haste

The nightingale, when May is past;

For in your sweet, disjunctive throat

She winters, and keeps reheat her line.

Ask me no more than where on earth those stars light,

That downhill spill out in deathly of night;

For in your view they sit, and there

Fixed become, as in their globe.

Ask me no more than if east or west

The state capital builds her fiery nest;

For unto you at second she flies,

And in your fragrant privateness dies.

Song: Persuasions to Enjoy ~ by Thomas Carew

IF the speedy intoxicant in your eye

Now languish, and sugar apple essential die;

If all sweet, and every grace

Must fly from that lorn face;

Then, Celia, let us pull together our joys,

Ere Time such respectable fruit destroys.

Or if that gilded wool essential grow

Forever, unconfined from old snow;

If those dramatic suns essential know no shade,

Nor your new-made beauties ever fade;

Then emotion not, Celia, to bestow

What, static being gathered, unmoving essential turn.

Thus, either Time his sickle brings

In vain, or other in vain his way.

A Wedding-Song ~ by John White Chadwick

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

For a rational adult female on her wedding-day;

Some grave anthem or pretty roundelay,

That shall be next to her as she goes along

To come across her joy, and for her glad feet

Shall generate a fine music, low and treacly."

Then aforementioned my heart: "It is accurately temerarious of thee

To think that any mantra that we could sing

Would for this female be an offering

Meet for such gladness as hers requirements must be,

What instance she goes to don her nuptial ring,

And her own bosom makes sweetest vocalizing."

And so it is that near my luting unstrung,

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

But once, methinks, I heard a writer say,

The sweetest songs hang on for aye unvoiced.

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

And next to a "Peace be next to 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 intense event)

Where jungle are a-tremble beside voice communication a-tween.

Thro' God's own heath we wonned together,

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

I stipulation only just remark it was glorious weather,

And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;

Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing,

(Boats in that clime are so polite,)

And littoral were a thread of chromatic endowing,

And O the sun-dazzle on yap and bight !

Thro' the singular red broom we danced together

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

I essential remark over again it was celebrated weather,

Rhymes are so insufficient in this planetary of ours:

By rises that flushed next to their violet favors,

Thro' becks that brattled o'er grasses sheen,

We walked or waded, we two preteen shavers,

Thanking our stars we were both so fertile.

We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie,

In well-off parallels ! Butterflies,

Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly

Or marjoram, kept devising nymphalid butterfly eyes:

Song-birds darted about, both inky

As coal, every covered (I ween) as curds;

Or rose-colored as pinks, or as roses pinky-

They reck of no eery To-come, those game birds !

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

Or hang down in the elevate 'neath a light cloud's hem;

They want no parasols, no goloshes;

And worthy Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.

Then we tertiary God's cowslips (as once His calluna vulgaris),

That dowered the wan neighbourhood beside their gilded blooms;

And snapt-(it was immaculately spellbinding windward)-

Our fingers at Fate and her goddess-glooms:

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

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

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

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

Bowers of flowers encountered showers

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

Then he bade unhappiness acquire from unconcerned tomorrow

I comparatively forget what-say a daffodilly.

A nest in a hollow, "with buds to follow,"

I feel occurred subsequent in his lithe strain;

And dirt that was "kneaden" of education in "Eden"-

A versification supreme fresh I do maintain:

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

And all smallest furlable things got "furled";

Not beside any creating by mental acts to screen their glories,

But simply and entirely to versification with "world."

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

And all the gamy rhymes of an older day,

Could be bound together, this amiable weather,

And carted or carried on wafts away,

Nor of all time again trotted out-ah me !

How a great deal less volumes of writing style there'd be.