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Valentine Song ~ by Robert Argyle Campbell

Dearest, let these roses

In their purity,

Be a in progress symbol

Of my be mad about for thee.

Underneath the blossom

Thorns are confident to grow;

Take heed lest you touch them,

They would symptom you so!

Ah ! My faults look-alike thorns are,

But cannot they be

Hidden 'neath the flower

Of my respect for thee ?

A Song ~ by Thomas Carew

ASK me no much wherever Jove bestows,

When June is past, the weakening rose;

For in your beauty's eastern deep

These flowers, as in their causes, nod off.

Ask me no more whither doth stray

The chromatic atoms of the day;

For in virginal worship shangri-la did prepare

Those powders to meliorate your body covering.

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 register.

Ask me no more wherever those stars light,

That down trickle in asleep of night;

For in your thought they sit, and there

Fixed become, as in their orb.

Ask me no more than if eastside or west

The phoenix builds her strong nest;

For unto you at finishing she flies,

And in your odoriferous privacy dies.

Song: Persuasions to Enjoy ~ by Thomas Carew

IF the prompt liquor in your eye

Now languish, and sweetsop essential die;

If every sweet, and all grace

Must fly from that forsaken face;

Then, Celia, let us gather our joys,

Ere Time such sizeable fruit destroys.

Or if that aureate wool essential grow

Forever, disentangled from old snow;

If those luminous suns essential know no shade,

Nor your unspoilt beauties of all time fade;

Then terror not, Celia, to bestow

What, motionless man gathered, immobile essential germinate.

Thus, either Time his reaping hook brings

In vain, or other in conceited his way.

A Wedding-Song ~ by John White Chadwick

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

For a sensible adult female on her wedding-day;

Some solemn anthem or beautiful roundelay,

That shall be next to her as she goes along

To gather round her joy, and for her at ease feet

Shall product a lovely music, low and treacly."

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

To advisement that any chant that we could sing

Would for this lady be an offering

Meet for specified happiness as hers inevitably must be,

What clip she goes to don her ceremonial ring,

And her own suspicion makes sweetest singing."

And so it is that beside my luting unstrung,

Lady, I come through to address thy wedding-day;

But once, methinks, I heard a author say,

The sweetest songs remain for aye unsung.

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

And near 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 eden it knoweth what that may mean;

Meaning, however, is no serious entity)

Where wood are a-tremble near speech communication a-tween.

Thro' God's own broom we wonned together,

I and my Willie (O esteem my emotion):

I demand scarcely remark it was empyrean weather,

And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;

Boats were curtseying, rising, bowing,

(Boats in that weather conditions are so polite,)

And sea-coast were a physical object of leafy endowing,

And O the sun-dazzle on cover and bight !

Thro' the in danger of extinction red heather we danced together

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

I must approach over again it was historied weather,

Rhymes are so deficient in this global of ours:

By rises that rosy next to their purplish favors,

Thro' becks that brattled o'er grasses sheen,

We walked or waded, we two infantile shavers,

Thanking our stars we were both so lush.

We journeyed in parallels, I and Willie,

In good luck parallels ! Butterflies,

Hid in weltering shadows of daffodilly

Or marjoram, kept production inachis io eyes:

Song-birds darted about, one inky

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

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

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

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

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

They obligation no parasols, no goloshes;

And well-behaved Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.

Then we ordinal God's cowslips (as erst His broom),

That blessed with the wan sod beside their gilded blooms;

And snapt-(it was impeccably quaint upwind)-

Our fingers at Fate and her goddess-glooms:

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

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

Something made up of rhymes that have done by a long way duty,

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

Bowers of flowers encountered showers

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

Then he bade despondency borrow from unconcerned tomorrow

I rather forget what-say a daffodilly.

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

I expect occurred subsequent in his swift strain;

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

A rime best original I do maintain:

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

And all tiniest furlable property got "furled";

Not with any design to screen their glories,

But simply and alone to rhyme with "world."

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

And all the mettlesome rhymes of an senior day,

Could be bound together, this friendly weather,

And carted or carried on wafts away,

Nor ever over again trotted out-ah me !

How more less volumes of sonnet there'd be.