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Come live with me and be my love,
Posted by: Hillel Blondheim (---.bb.netvision.net.il)
Date: December 30, 2004 04:35AM

Hello. I have only a short verse of a poem, and I am interested in finding the rest of it, as well as the authors name.

"Come live with me and be my love,
and we will all the pleasures prove"

Thank you.
S. H. Blondheim.


Re: lost love poem
Posted by: ilza (---.162.246.42.user.ajato.com.br)
Date: December 30, 2004 05:00AM

The Passionate Shepard To His Love
Christopher Marlowe

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;
Fairlined 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.


Re: lost love poem
Posted by: RJAllen (---.creation-net.co.uk)
Date: December 30, 2004 01:48PM

If lov and all the world sere young
And truth in every shepherd's tongue
These pretty pleasures might me move
To loive 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 wayard winter reckoning yields.
A honeyed tongue, a heart of gall
Is fancy's spring and sorrow's fall.

Thyu gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in season rotten.

Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber stud,
All these in me no means can move
To live with thee and be thy love.


But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights might still me move
To live with thee and be thy love.


-Sir Waler Ralegh's reply


Re: lost love poem
Posted by: ilza (---.162.246.42.user.ajato.com.br)
Date: December 30, 2004 04:15PM

RJ,
I often forget about that !


Re: Come live with me and be my love,
Posted by: Hugh Clary (---.denver-05rh15-16rt.co.dial-access.att.net)
Date: December 31, 2004 12:40PM

Lest we forget messrs Donne and Lewis:

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Song - C. Day Lewis (1904-1972)


Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of peace and plenty, bed and board,
That chance employment can afford.

I'll handle dainties on the docks
And thou shalt read of summer frocks:
At evening by the sour canals
We'll hope to hear some madrigals.

Care on the maiden brow shall put
A wreath of wrinkles, and thy foot
Be shod with pain: not silken dress
But toil shall tire thy loveliness.

Hunger shall make thy modest zone
And cheat fond death of all but bone--
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and by my love.




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