Ever heard regarding the means inside that you could sing a method to love ?
Well, Valentine’s Day tunes are simply the melodious treats you ought to set the ball rolling for a love lifetime. So sing certain Valentine’s Day tunes wealthy inside thoughtful lyrics to the individual we love plus receive a hearts found on the proper note.
Valentine Song ~ by Robert Argyle Campbell
Dearest, allow these roses
In their purity,
Be a present symbol
Of my love for thee.
Underneath the blossom
Thorns are certain to grow;
Take heed lest we touch them,
They might pain we thus!
Ah ! My faults like thorns are,
However cannot they be
Hidden ‘neath the flower
Of my love for thee ?
A Song ~ by Thomas Carew
ASK me no more where Jove bestows,
Whenever June is previous, the fading rose;
For inside a beauty’s orient deep
These flowers, because inside their causes, rest.
Ask me no more whither doth stray
The golden atoms of the day;
For inside pure love paradise did prepare
Those powders to enrich the hair.
Ask me no more whither doth haste
The nightingale, whenever May is past;
For inside the sweet, dividing throat
She winters, plus keeps warm her note.
Ask me no more where those stars light,
That downwards fall inside dead of night;
For inside the eyes they sit, plus there
Fixed become, because inside their sphere.
Ask me no more when east or west
The phoenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto we at last she flies,
And inside a fragrant bosom dies.
Song: Persuasions to Love ~ by Thomas Carew
IF the fast spirits inside the eye
Then languish, plus anon should die;
If each sweet, plus each grace
Must fly from which forsaken face;
Next, Celia, allow you reap the joys,
Ere Time these goodly fruit destroys.
Or when which golden fleece should grow
Forever, free of aged snow;
If those bright suns should learn no shade,
Nor a fresh beauties ever fade;
Next worry not, Celia, to bestow
What, nonetheless being gathered, nevertheless should grow.
So, either Time his sickle brings
In vain, or otherwise inside vain his wings.
A Wedding-Song ~ by John White Chadwick
I SAID: “My heart, today allow you sing a song
For a fair woman about her wedding-day;
Many solemn hymn or very roundelay,
That shall be along with her because she goes along
To meet her joy, as well as for her happy feet
Shall create a pleasant music, low plus sweet.”
Then mentioned my heart: “It is appropriate bold of thee
To think which any track which you may sing
Would for this girl be an offering
Meet for these gladness because hers requires should be,
What time she goes to don her bridal ring,
And her own heart makes sweetest caroling.”
And thus it is very which with my lute unstrung,
Lady, I come to greet thy wedding-day;
However when, methinks, I heard a poet state,
The sweetest tunes stay for aye unsung.
So mine, unsung, at thy dear feet I lay,
And with a “Peace be along with you !” go my way
Lovers along with a Reflection ~ by Charles S. Calverley
In moss-prankt dells that the sunbeams flatter
(And paradise it knoweth what which might mean;
Meaning, yet, is not a wonderful matter)
Where woods are a-tremble with words a-tween.
Thro’ God’s own heather you wonned together,
I plus my Willie (O love my love):
I want barely remark it was glorious weather,
And flitter-bats wavered alow, above;
Boats were curtseying, increasing, bowing,
(Boats because climate are thus polite,)
And sands were a ribbon of green endowing,
And O the sun-dazzle about bark plus bight !
Thro’ the uncommon red heather you danced together
(O love my Willie,) plus smelt for flowers:
I should mention again it was glorious weather,
Rhymes are thus scarce inside this globe of ours:
By rises which flushed with their purple favors,
Thro’ becks which brattled o’er grasses sheen,
We moved or waded, you 2 young shavers,
Thanking the stars you were both thus green.
We journeyed inside parallels, I plus Willie,
In lucky parallels ! Butterflies,
Hid inside weltering shadows of daffodilly
Or marjoram, kept generating peacock eyes:
Song-birds darted about, certain inky
As coal, several snowy (I ween) because curds;
Or rosy because pinks, or because roses pinky–
They reck of no eerie To-come, those birds !
But they skim over bents that the mill-stream washes,
Or hang inside the lift ‘neath a white cloud’s hem;
They require no parasols, no goloshes;
And advantageous Mrs. Trimmer she feedeth them.
Then you thrid God’s cowslips (because erst His heather),
That endowed the wan grass with their golden blooms;
And snapt–(it was well charming weather)–
Our fingers at Fate plus her goddess-glooms:
And Willie ‘gan sing–(Oh, his notes were fluty;
Wafts fluttered them out to the white-winged sea)–
Something created up of rhymes which have performed much duty,
Rhymes (greater to place it) of “ancientry”:
Bowers of flowers experienced showers
In William’s carol–(O love my Willie !)
Next he bade sorrow borrow from blithe tomorrow
I very forget what–say a daffodilly.
A nest inside a hollow, “with buds to adhere to,”
I think happened upcoming inside his nimble strain;
And clay which was “kneaden” naturally inside “Eden”–
A rhyme many novel I do maintain:
Mists, bones, the singer himself, love-stories,
And all smallest furlable points got “furled”;
Not with any shape to hide their glories,
However just plus only to rhyme with “world.”
O when “billows” plus “pillows” plus “hours” plus “flowers,”
And all courageous rhymes of a elder day,
Could be furled together, this genial weather,
And carted or continued wafts away,
Nor ever again trotted out–ah me !
How much fewer volumes of verse there’d be.