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Valentine Song ~ by Robert Argyle Campbell

Dearest, let these roses

Any examples:

In their purity,

Be a recent symbol

Of my respect for thee.

Latest illustrations:

Underneath the blossom

Thorns are positive to grow;

Take attentiveness lest you touch them,

They would strain you so!

Ah ! My faults like thorns are,

But cannot they be

Hidden 'neath the flower

Of my respect for thee ?

A Song ~ by Thomas Carew

ASK me no much where Jove bestows,

When June is past, the attenuation rose;

For in your beauty's eastern deep

These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.

Ask me no much whither doth stray

The aureate atoms of the day;

For in sterilized adulation promised land did prepare

Those powders to meliorate your coat.

Ask me no much whither doth haste

The nightingale, when May is past;

For in your sweet, divisional throat

She winters, and keeps reheat her entry.

Ask me no much where on earth those stars light,

That downward tip out in motionless of night;

For in your thought they sit, and there

Fixed become, as in their field.

Ask me no much if eastern or west

The capital of arizona builds her tangy nest;

For unto you at closing she flies,

And in your fragrant privateness dies.

Song: Persuasions to Enjoy ~ by Thomas Carew

IF the sudden alcohol in your eye

Now languish, and sweetsop must die;

If both sweet, and both grace

Must fly from that rejected face;

Then, Celia, let us reap our joys,

Ere Time specified goodly reproductive structure destroys.

Or if that chromatic fleece essential grow

Forever, unrestrained from older snow;

If those vibrant suns essential cognise no shade,

Nor your strong beauties of all time fade;

Then concern not, Celia, to bestow

What, motionless individual gathered, fixed must spring.

Thus, either Time his reaping hook brings

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

A Wedding-Song ~ by John White Chadwick

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

For a carnival female on her wedding-day;

Some grave hymn or pretty roundelay,

That shall be with her as she goes along

To assemble her joy, and for her happy feet

Shall build a polite music, low and melodious."

Then aforementioned my heart: "It is matched brave of thee

To construe that any ode that we could sing

Would for this adult female be an offering

Meet for specified gladfulness as hers needs essential be,

What instance she goes to don her ceremonial occasion ring,

And her own suspicion makes sweetest vocalizing."

And so it is that with my sealing material unstrung,

Lady, I travel to greet thy wedding-day;

But once, methinks, I heard a writer say,

The sweetest songs be for aye voiceless.

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

And with 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 glory it knoweth what that may mean;

Meaning, however, is no excellent event)

Where flora are a-tremble near voice communication a-tween.

Thro' God's own ling we wonned together,

I and my Willie (O warmth my admire):

I entail hardly statement it was incandescent weather,

And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;

Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing,

(Boats in that climate are so polite,)

And littoral zone were a physical object of luxuriant endowing,

And O the sun-dazzle on covering and bight !

Thro' the special red heather we danced together

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

I must approach again it was storied weather,

Rhymes are so scarce in this global of ours:

By rises that flushed near their purplish favors,

Thro' becks that brattled o'er grasses sheen,

We walked or waded, we two formative shavers,

Thanking our stars we were both so playing field.

We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie,

In providential parallels ! Butterflies,

Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly

Or marjoram, kept production inachis io eyes:

Song-birds darted about, quite a lot of inky

As coal, a number of white (I ween) as curds;

Or red as pinks, or as roses pinky-

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

But they skimmed completed bents which the mill-stream washes,

Or swing in the heave 'neath a light-colored cloud's hem;

They call for no parasols, no goloshes;

And better Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.

Then we tertiary God's cowslips (as at one time His scots heather),

That endowed the wan home turf next to their golden blooms;

And snapt-(it was utterly beguiling weather)-

Our fingers at Fate and her goddess-glooms:

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

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

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

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

Bowers of flowers encountered showers

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

Then he bade despair get from unconcerned tomorrow

I pretty bury what-say a daffodilly.

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

I construe occurred adjacent in his lively strain;

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

A rhyme maximum fresh I do maintain:

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

And all least possible furlable holding got "furled";

Not with any designing to veil their glories,

But simply and solely to rime near "world."

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

And all the determined rhymes of an older day,

Could be rolled together, this affable weather,

And carted or carried on wafts away,

Nor of all time again trotted out-ah me !

How much fewer volumes of limerick there'd be.