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Well, songs of Day of sacred Valentine - only melodious pleasures, you should establish a sphere sliding for your life of love. So sing some songs of Day the sacred Valentine, rich with thoughtful lyrics to the person, you love and receive the hearts on the correct note.
Valentine Song ~ Robert Argyle Campbell
Most expensive, allow these roses
In their cleanliness,
Be an existing symbol
From my love to you.
Under blossoming
Thorns are assured to grow;
Take into consideration that you do not concern them,
They would cause a pain to you so!
Ah! My errors as thorns,
But there can not be they
Hidden ' under a flower
From my love to you?
Song ~ Thomas Carew
ASK me no more where Jove grants,
When June passes, disappearance has raised;
As in the east of your beauty deeply
These flowers, as in their reasons, a dream.
Ask me no more where really deviates
Gold atoms of day;
As in pure love heavens really prepared
Those powders to enrich your hair.
Ask me no more where does haste
Nightingale when Perhaps passes;
As in your sweet, dividing a throat
It winters, and the note is warmed.
Ask me no more where a next world of stars,
It downwards falls dead of night;
As in your eyes they sit, and there
Established becoming, as in their sphere.
Ask me no more if the east or the West
Phoenix builds its spicy nest;
As to you at last it flies,
And in your fragrant breast dies.
Song: Belief to Possess ~ Thomas Carew
IF fast alcohol in your eye
Now pine, and soon should die;
If each sweet, and each grace
Should depart from that left person;
Then, Silija, allow us to reap our pleasures,
To Time such pleasant fruit destroys.
Or if that gold sheep wool grow
For ever, free from at the age of snow;
If those bright sun do not know a shade,
Your new beauty ever disappear;
Then fear not, Silija to grant
That, still to be collected, still should grow up.
Thus, any Time brings its sickle
In vain, or otherwise it is vain its wings.
Wedding song ~ John White Chadwick
I HAVE told: "My heart, now allow us to sing a song
For the fair lady on it svadebno-day;
Some solemn hymn or is enough roundelay,
It should be with it as it moves ahead
To meet its pleasure, and for it Do feet
Will make pleasant music, it is low also a sweet. "
Then told my heart: "It is correctly courageous of you
To think that any song which we could sing
There would be to be for this a lady the offer
Meet for such pleasure as it, requirements should be,
In how many it goes to put on its wedding ring,
And its own heart does the most sweet singing Christmas hymns. "
And thus happens so with my loose lute,
The lady, I come to welcome your svadebno-day;
But once, methinks, I have heard, that the poet has told,
The most sweet songs remain for yes not noticed.
So my, not noticed, in your expensive feet I lay,
And with "the World to be with you!" Go my way
Fans and Reflection ~ Charles S. Calverley
In hollows of a moss-prankt to which solar beams flatter
(And heavens it knoweth, that it can mean;
Value, however, is not any big question),
Where woods are shivering with words the teenager.
Thro ' own heather of the God we wonned together,
I and mine Villi (O love my love):
I should notice hardly, that it was magnificent weather,
And bats of fluttering have trembled below, above;
Boats did a curtsey, increase, bow,
(Boats in that climate are so polite,),
And sand were a tape of green maintenance,
And O sun blinding on a bark and a bay!
Thro ' we danced a rare red heather together
(O love mine Villi,), and smelling for colours:
I should mention again, that it was magnificent weather,
Rhymes are so insufficient in this world of ours:
Increases which have flashed with their violet advantage,
Thro ' greetings which roared on shine of grasses,
We went or made the way, we two young razors,
Thanking our stars we both were so green.
We travelled in parallels, me and Villi,
In successful parallels! Butterflies,
Hidden in weltering shades daffodilly
Or majoran, kept by creation of the peacock eyes:
Songbirds have rushed about, some ink
As the coal, some snow (I think) as cottage cheese;
Or pink as carnations, or as a little finger of roses -
They pay attention not terrible To - arrive, those birds!
But they slide on propensities which washing of a stream of factory,
Or hang in lifting ' under a bottom of a white cloud;
They do not require any beach umbrellas, any goloshes;
And good madam Trimmer it feedeth them.
Then we primroses thrid the God (as at first Its heather),
It provided a pale grass with their gold blossoming;
And snapt - (it was absolutely charming weather) -
Our fingers in Destiny and its gloom of the goddess:
And Villi ' gan sings - (About, its notes were melodious;
Waves trembled them to the sea with white wings) -
Something made of rhymes which have made a lot of duty,
Rhymes (it is better to place it) "antiquities":
Summer residences of colours have faced souls
In William's hymn - (O love mine Villi!)
Then he offered the price, a grief borrow from blissful tomorrow
I rather forget that - speak daffodilly.
The nest in emptiness, "with germs to follow,"
I think, have occurred then in its dexterous pressure;
And clay which was "kneaden" certainly in "Paradise" -
The rhyme newest, I really support:
Fogs, bones, the singer directly, love stories,
And all least quantity furlable things has been curtailed";
Not with any project to hide their glory,
But simply and exclusively to rhyme with "world".
O, if "avalanches" and "pillows" and "hours" and "flowers",
And all brave rhymes of senior day,
Could be curtailed together, this affable weather,
And carrying or has continued waves far,
Ever again shown - ah me!
What quantity there would be less volumes of a verse. |
