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The passionate shepard to his love 

ljóð eftir Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)

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 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.
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.

 

Athugasemdir

[María Kristjánsdóttir, 12.6.2007 kl. 08:20]

Ó, hvað maður á eftir að lesa margt. þakka þér fyrir þessa dásemd í morgunsárið.

[Torfi K. Stefánsson Hjaltalín (IP-tala skráð) 12.6.2007 kl. 14:51]

Já, þetta er alveg rétt hjá þér.

Þetta er greinilega stolið hjá Davíð.

Marlowe er sá sem kemur fram sem sögupersóna í Shakespeare in Love er það ekki?

[Steinunn Ólína Þorsteinsdóttir, 12.6.2007 kl. 17:50]

hef ekki séð myndina...svo þessu get ég ekki svarað.

En hér er ágætis quote ...frá Marlowe

    Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?