Classical Poems Treasure__1

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A treasure of poems that will fill the air by real passion, so I hope u'll enjoy reading





:star: :star: Christopher Marlowe:star: :star:



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The Passionate Shepard to His Love
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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,
Or woods or steepy mountain
yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed
their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined 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 by my Love.

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.






Biographical sketch of Christopher Marlowe



· Christopher Marlowe was born in 1564, the year of William Shakespeare's birth.
· Marlowe was educated at Cambridge and was involved in difficulties there with the authorities with regard to the granting of his Master of Arts degree in 1587. It seems that Marlowe refused to take holy orders and that he was suspected of "converting" to Roman Catholicism. However, the government authorities intervened in Marlowe's behalf, and the degree was granted. Marlowe, at this time, undoubtedly was active in some form of government service.
· From 1587 to 1593 Marlowe wrote and produced his plays. He established himself as a major dramatist with Tamburlaine, Parts I and II, The Jew of Malta, Edward the Second, and Doctor Faustus.
· Marlowe's death involved considerable intrigue. He was killed on May 30, 1593 in a tavern brawl which may well have been part of a deliberate plot to assassinate Marlowe.
· Marlowe died at the age of twenty-nine, and it is interesting to note that at this time Shakespeare was just beginning his dramatic career. In many particulars Marlowe gave to the English popular theater the foundation upon which Shakespeare was to build.






With all my Love



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[~*~Melody~*~]

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Wow

I remember studying this poem and how beautifully romantic we all thought.

I think there is a reply to it by another poet. I just don't remember

Thank you Romeo for this beautiful reminder.

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[ROMEO]

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hi there my beautiful Lady (last Drops of Rain)

I 'm really pleased 4 ur return after along absence

actually I do love such a poem more thna u imagine


I really love to see that reply on this poem

ifu don't mind bring it here so that we can soar up high in the skies of this fabulous poet

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Thanks alot 4 ur lovely visit


take care my dear friend







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[~*~Melody~*~]

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Hi Romeo

Thank you for all that

I have finally found the poem after looking for it in many sites but I found it in one of my books.

I hope you'd like it
Here it is…

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The Nymph’s Reply to the shepherd

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.

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 poises
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 might move
To live with thee and be thy love.

By
Sir Walter Ralegh

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Thank you

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[ROMEO]

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Hi there my fair lady....

thank u so much 4 ur effort in bringing us such a wonderful poem

U always amazes Romeo by ur fabulous taste

O May Lord bless ur soul

with all my love

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