Valentines From A Hyperbolist

Take all the love that e'er was told
    Since first the world began,
Increase it twenty thousand-fold
    (If mathematics can),
Add all the love the world shall see
    Till Gabriel's final call,
And when compared with mine 'twill be
    Infinitesimal.

Arthur Macy

Arthur Macy was an American poet known for his contributions during the 19th century. Born on June 6, 1842, he became widely recognized for his poignant and evocative verses, which often reflected themes of nature and human emotion. His poetry gained considerable respect and admiration during his lifetime. He passed away on June 1, 1904.

Arthur Macy

Céleste

Arthur Macy, Simple Poetry

Mrs. Mulligatawny

Arthur Macy, Simple Poetry

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Arthur Macy, Simple Poetry

Valentines From An Uncertain Marksman

Arthur Macy, Simple Poetry

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Valentines From A Commercial Lover

If I were but a syndicate,
    And love were merchandise,
I'd buy it at the market rate,
    And hold it for a rise.

And should the price of all this love
    Bound upward like a ball,
And reach 1000 or above,
    Still you should have it all.

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Valentines From A Bibliophile

Lyke some choise booke thou arte toe mee,
Bound all so daintilie;
And 'neath the covers faire
Are contents true and rare.
Ne wolde I looke
Ne reade inne any other booke
If I belyke could find therein the charte
And indice to thy hearte.
The Great Wise Authour made but one
Of this edition, then was don;
And were this onlie copie mine,
Then wolde I write therein, "My Valentyne."

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Valentines From An Inconstant-Constant

(After Henri Murger)

Though I love many maidens fair
As fondly as a heart may dare,
Yet still are you the only one
True goddess of my pantheon.

And though my life is like a song,
Each maid a stanza, clear and strong,
Yet always I return again
To you who are the sweet refrain.

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Valentines From An Uncertain Marksman

I send you two kisses
    Wrapped up in a rhyme;
From Love's warm abysses
I send you two kisses;
If one of them misses
    Please wait till next time,
And I'll send you three kisses
    Wrapped up in a rhyme.

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My Valentine.

    O Dorothy, sweet Dorothy,
        You make my heart rejoice;
    Your presence is like Arcady,
        There's music in your voice;
    Heaven's purity is on your brow,
        Its light is in your eyne;
    I love you, and I ask you now
        To be my Valentine.

    Your face is like the lily in
        The morning's ruddy light;
    Your dimpled cheeks and tiny chin
        Are blessings to my sight;
    Your lips are fairer than the rose
        And redder far than wine;
    Your teeth are whiter than the snows:
        You'll be my Valentine!

    You are not quite so old as I,
        You've seen but summers three;
    And that's no doubt the reason why
        You are not coy with me.
    I'll come to you to-morrow,

W. M. MacKeracher

A Valentine [From A Very Little Boy To A Very Little Girl]

This is a valentine for you.
    Mother made it. She's real smart,
I told her that I loved you true
    And you were my sweetheart.

And then she smiled, and then she winked,
    And then she said to father,
"Beginning young!" and then he thinked,
    And then he said, "Well, rather."

Then mother's eyes began to shine,
And then she made this valentine:
"If you love me as I love you,
No knife shall cut our love in two,"
And father laughed and said, "How new!"
And then he said, "It's time for bed."

So, when I'd said my prayers,
Mother came running up the stairs
And told me I might send the rhymes,
And then she kissed me lots of times.
Then I turned over to the wall
And cried about you, and - that's all.

Arthur Macy