Realism, which would not come into being as a poetic or literary style for many centuries after Marlowe, has little place in pastoral verse. The milk-maid's mother's response: But time drives flocks from field to fold: When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The age complains of cares to come. The meter, though seemingly regular, gives a great deal of meaning and music to this poem. You'll give me rough and sharp perplexities, And never, never will you give me ease. The Bait John Donne Version Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasure prove Of golden sands and christal brooks With silken lines and silver hooks. There will I make thee a bed of roses, With a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. Shipley 300-1, was the first pastoralist poet, and he, too, wrote about shepherds.
If love were always obvious and lust never misleading, love wouldn't be nearly as special when people finally find it. On holydays, when virgins meet To dance the heys with nimble feet, Thou shalt come forth, and then appear The Queen of Roses for that year. Now Marlowe wasn't exactly people's first choice for moral compass of the century; he was busted counterfeiting money, he was convicted for crimes worthy of execution several times but somehow mysteriously never went to trial, he talked trash about God and the Anglican church, and he was a drunk with a bad temper. The following stanzas was inserted in the second edition of the Complete Angler: What should we talk of dainties then, Of better meat then's fit for men? Buskins of shells, all silver'd, used she, And branch'd with blushing coral to the knee; Where sparrows perch'd, of hollow pearl and gold, Such as the world would wonder to behold: Those with sweet water oft her handmaid fills, Which as she went, would chirrup through the bills. There are five poems altogether which were framed on this model. Is ever on my tongue; In all my proudest poesy That chorus still is sung; It is the verdict of my eyes, Amidst the gay and young: I love thee - I love thee! The soft sweet moss shall be thy bed, With crawling woodbine over-spread: By which the silver-shedding streams Shall gently melt thee into dreams. The Passionate Shepherd To His Love at www.
Fair Cynthia wish'd his arms might be her sphere; Grief makes her pale, because she moves not there. 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. Amorous Leander, beautiful and young Whose tragedy divine Musæus sung , Dwelt at Abydos; since him dwelt there none For whom succeeding times make greater moan. Other answers should be supported with appropriate reference to the poem. What a compliment it is when a poem is being imitated by some of the worlds finest writers. Their three poems together form one of the most important conversations between poets in the English language.
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. I love thee - I love thee! There's a fine line between lust and love, and Marlowe does a great job in this poem of showing his readers just how tricky it can be to tell the difference. 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. Similarly, most lines contain eight syllables, and the few that don't create a specific poetic effect such as lines 3 and 4 , or have easily elided syllables which may be read as eight. Thence flew Love's arrow with the golden head; And thus Leander was enamoured.
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe Poetry Foundation agenda angle-down angle-left angleRight arrow-down arrowRight bars calendar caret-down cart children highlight learningResources list mapMarker openBook p1 pin poetry-magazine print quoteLeft quoteRight slideshow tagAudio tagVideo teens trash-o. I'll give thee chains and carkanets Of primroses and violets. A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Then live with me and be my love. Some say, for her the fairest Cupid pin'd, And looking in her face, was strooken blind. 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. In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Another Of The Same Nature Made Since Attributed to Walter Raleigh Come live with me, and be my dear, And we will revel all the year, In plains and groves, on hills and dales, Where fragrant air breathes sweetest gales. And we will sit upon the Rocks, Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow Rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing Madrigals. This regular meter, sustained through the twenty-four lines, remarkably never descends into the sing-song quality so prevalent in tetrameter, primarily because Marlowe salts his lines with a variety of devices that complement the meter without drawing too much attention to its rigid regularity. There will the river whispering run, Warm'd by thine eyes more than the sun; And there th' enamoured fish will stay Begging themselves they may betray. Passionate Shepherd to His Love. It appeared complete in England's Helicon, 1600, with Marlowe's name subscribed. Let others freeze with angling reeds, And cut their legs, with shells and weeds, Or treacherously poor fish beset, With strangling snare, or windowy net: Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest The bedded fish in banks out-wrest, Or curious traitors, sleave silk flies Bewitch poor fishes' wandering eyes.
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. The Shepherd makes no innuendo of a sordid type, but rather gently and directly calls to his love. At shearing-times and yearly wakes, When Themilis his pastime makes, There thou shalt be; and be the wit, Nay more, the feast and grace of it. His presence made the rudest peasant melt, That in the vast uplandish country dwelt; The barbarous Thracian soldier, mov'd with nought, Was mov'd with him, and for his favour sought. Hero And Leander On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, In view and opposite two cities stood, Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by Neptune's might; The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight. There will I make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
Your use of services at Litscape. A belt of straw and ivy-buds, With coral clasps and amber studs; An if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love. This connotation would have been known to Marlowe's readers. These, nay, and more, thine own shall be If thou wilt love and live with 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. Link To This Page If you have a website and feel that a link to this page would fit in nicely with the content of your pages, please feel free to link to this page. It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is over-rul'd by fate.