The
Passionate Shepherd to His Love
by Christopher
Marlowe (see below for Ralegh's reply)
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Come live with me and be my love, |
And we will all the pleasures
prove, |
That hills and valleys, dales and
fields, |
And all the craggy mountains
yields.
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There we will sit upon the rocks, |
And see the shepherds feed their
flocks, |
By shallow rivers to whose falls |
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
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And I will make thee beds of
roses |
With a thousand fragrant posies, |
A cap pf flowers, and a kirtle |
Embroidered all with leaves of
myrtle;
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A gown made of the finest wool |
Which from our pretty lambs we
pull; |
Fair linèd slippers for the
cold, |
With buckles of the purest gold;
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A belt of straw and ivy buds, |
With coral clasps and amber
studs: |
And if these pleasures may thee
move, |
Come live with me and be my love.
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The shepherds' swains shall dance
and sing |
For thy delight each May morning: |
If these delights thy mind may
move, |
Then live with me and be my love.
Christopher Marlowe
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The
Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd
by Sir
Walter Ralegh
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If all the world and love were
young, |
And truth in every shepherd's
tongue, |
These pretty pleasures might me
move |
To live with thee and be thy
love.
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Time drives the flocks from field
to fold, |
When rivers rage and rocks grow
cold, |
And Philomel becometh dumb; |
The rest complains of cares to
come.
|
The flowers do fade, and wanton
fields |
To wayward winter reckoning
yields; |
A honey tongue, a heart of gall, |
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's
fall.
|
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of
roses, |
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy
posies |
Soon break, soon wither, soon
forgotten, |
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
|
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, |
Thy coral clasps and amber studs, |
All these in me no means can move |
To come to thee and be thy love.
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But could youth last and love
still breed, |
Had joys no date nor age no need, |
Then these delights my mind might
move |
To live with thee and be thy
love.
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Sir Walter Ralegh | Classic
Poems |