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Christopher Marlowe

(26 February 1564 - 30 May 1593 / Canterbury, England)

Fragment


I WALK'D along a stream, for pureness rare,
Brighter than sun-shine; for it did acquaint
The dullest sight with all the glorious prey
That in the pebble-paved channel lay.

No molten crystal, but a richer mine,
Even Nature's rarest alchymy ran there,--
Diamonds resolv'd, and substance more divine,
Through whose bright-gliding current might appear
A thousand naked nymphs, whose ivory shine,
Enamelling the banks, made them more dear
Than ever was that glorious palace' gate
Where the day-shining Sun in triumph sate.

Upon this brim the eglantine and rose,
The tamarisk, olive, and the almond tree,
As kind companions, in one union grows,
Folding their twining arms, as oft we see
Turtle-taught lovers either other close,
Lending to dulness feeling sympathy;
And as a costly valance o'er a bed,
So did their garland-tops the brook o'erspread.

Their leaves, that differ'd both in shape and show,
Though all were green, yet difference such in green,
Like to the checker'd bent of Iris' bow,
Prided the running main, as it had been--

Submitted: Friday, April 09, 2010
Edited: Monday, May 09, 2011

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  • Cat Hodgson (4/14/2014 5:11:00 AM)

    Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? I liked that poem I couldn't find it here as it came in my email, Cat (Report) Reply

  • Sidi Mahtrow (11/26/2010 9:51:00 AM)

    There are some who believe that Marlowe was in fact Shakespeare. Reasoning that Shakespeare was little known before he arrived on the stage, and most history is suspect in building a character around his writings. While Christopher Marlowe was well recognized, and yet seemingly disappeared.

    Read. Shakespeare New Evidence, by A. D. Wraight. Draw your own conclusions.

    Regardless, the most striking thing about these poems is the ability of the poet to capture the reader's attention and begin the tale with the very first memorable line.

    s (Report) Reply

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