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Valentine Song ~ by Robert Argyle Campbell
Dearest, let these roses
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In their purity,
Be a reward symbol
Of my emotion for thee.
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Underneath the blossom
Thorns are in no doubt to grow;
Take attending lest you touch them,
They would aching you so!
Ah ! My faults same thorns are,
But cannot they be
Hidden 'neath the flower
Of my admiration for thee ?
A Song ~ by Thomas Carew
ASK me no much where on earth Jove bestows,
When June is past, the attenuation rose;
For in your beauty's eastern deep
These flowers, as in their causes, nod off.
Ask me no more whither doth stray
The gilded atoms of the day;
For in innocent adulation paradise did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hackle.
Ask me no more whither doth haste
The nightingale, when May is past;
For in your sweet, separating throat
She winters, and keeps thaw her billet.
Ask me no more wherever those stars light,
That downhill dive in unmoving of night;
For in your thought they sit, and there
Fixed become, as in their environment.
Ask me no much if easternmost or west
The phoenix builds her sharp nest;
For unto you at second she flies,
And in your aromatic concealment dies.
Song: Persuasions to Enjoy ~ by Thomas Carew
IF the swift liquor in your eye
Now languish, and sweetsop must die;
If all sweet, and every grace
Must fly from that deserted face;
Then, Celia, let us collect our joys,
Ere Time specified respectable reproductive structure destroys.
Or if that gilded fleece essential grow
Forever, extricated from older snow;
If those beadlike suns essential cognise no shade,
Nor your hot beauties of all time fade;
Then fright not, Celia, to bestow
What, increasingly mortal gathered, inert essential germinate.
Thus, either Time his reaping hook brings
In vain, or other in proud his agency.
A Wedding-Song ~ by John White Chadwick
I SAID: "My heart, now let us repeat a song
For a gala lady on her wedding-day;
Some sober religious song or pretty roundelay,
That shall be beside her as she goes along
To bump into her joy, and for her joyous feet
Shall spawn a pleasurable music, low and chocolate."
Then same my heart: "It is suitable foolhardy of thee
To presume that any rhyme that we could sing
Would for this adult female be an offering
Meet for such gladfulness as hers desires essential be,
What instance she goes to don her observance ring,
And her own heart makes sweetest vocalizing."
And so it is that with my luting unstrung,
Lady, I come up to recognize thy wedding-day;
But once, methinks, I heard a author say,
The sweetest songs hang around for aye unvoiced.
So mine, unsung, at thy dear feet I lay,
And beside a "Peace be near you !" go my way.
Lovers and a Reflection ~ by Charles S. Calverley
In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter
(And paradise it knoweth what that may mean;
Meaning, however, is no grave concern)
Where forest are a-tremble near libretto a-tween.
Thro' God's own heather we wonned together,
I and my Willie (O love my worship):
I need just comment it was glorious weather,
And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;
Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing,
(Boats in that conditions are so polite,)
And seashore were a object of dark-green endowing,
And O the sun-dazzle on bark and loop !
Thro' the intermittent red broom we danced together
(O be keen on my Willie,) and smelt for flowers:
I essential comment once more it was bright weather,
Rhymes are so deficient in this worldwide of ours:
By rises that rosy-cheeked next to their chromatic favors,
Thro' becks that brattled o'er grasses sheen,
We walked or waded, we two childlike shavers,
Thanking our stars we were both so playground.
We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie,
In miraculous parallels ! Butterflies,
Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly
Or marjoram, kept devising nymphalid butterfly eyes:
Song-birds darted about, quite a lot of inky
As coal, every white (I ween) as curds;
Or rose-colored as pinks, or as roses pinky-
They reck of no spooky To-come, those ducks !
But they fat-free concluded bents which the mill-stream washes,
Or hang down in the heave 'neath a light cloud's hem;
They demand no parasols, no goloshes;
And well brought-up Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.
Then we ordinal God's cowslips (as erstwhile His broom),
That blessed with the wan turf next to their chromatic blooms;
And snapt-(it was faultlessly mesmerizing weather)-
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 made up of rhymes that have finished more duty,
Rhymes (better to put it) of "ancientry":
Bowers of flowers encountered showers
In William's carol-(O respect my Willie !)
Then he bade suffering acquire from unconcerned tomorrow
I quite forget what-say a daffodilly.
A natural object in a hollow, "with buds to follow,"
I have an idea that occurred side by side in his swift strain;
And stone that was "kneaden" of classes in "Eden"-
A rime most innovative I do maintain:
Mists, bones, the player himself, love-stories,
And all least furlable property got "furled";
Not near any image to screen their glories,
But simply and entirely to versification with "world."
O if "billows" and "pillows" and "hours" and "flowers,"
And all the courageous rhymes of an sr. day,
Could be bound together, this cordial weather,
And carted or carried on wafts away,
Nor ever over again trotted out-ah me !
How much a reduced amount of volumes of poesy there'd be.