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i, again, need a poem ,please help me :D Can you help me by making a reply poem to this poem made by Marlowe? please.. The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. There I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle; 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; 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. Thy silver dishes for thy meat As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd 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. here's an example of a response poem The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd by Sir Walter Raleigh If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleas might me move To live with thee and be thy love. 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. But could youth last and love still breed, Had joys no date nor age no need, Then these delights my mind may move To live with thee and be thy love.
Dec 30, 2011 6:55 AM
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Here is my own poem. Sonnet: ' If ' If I loved you and only you But my thoughts could not reveal, And you were false and I were true Our love, would it be real? If boundless seas and oceans vast One day would not be there, Your roving eyes would they be cast At others if they be fair? But your cruel heart will never see My love for you, inside of me.
December 30, 2011
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