Christopher Marlowe

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

The Passionate Shepherd To His Love - Poem by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon rocks,
Seeing 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 poises,
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 be my love.

The shepherds's 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.

Comments about The Passionate Shepherd To His Love by Christopher Marlowe

  • Gold Star - 45,087 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/14/2015 4:17:00 AM)

    A very good poem on wedding and enjoyed... (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 36,460 Points * Sunprincess * (8/30/2015 9:30:00 PM)! ....beautiful rhythm and I would love too ★ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 316 Points David Chishimba (8/13/2015 10:43:00 PM)

    Veey good ooem..I love it.. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 13,395 Points Edgar Stevens (5/22/2015 9:08:00 AM)

    that's one nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,930 Points Rajesh Thankappan (1/2/2015 9:36:00 AM)

    A great rhyming poem with plethora of tempting temptations laid on the menu which a maiden can hardly resist. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 28,812 Points Kim Barney (12/4/2014 8:59:00 AM)

    I totally agree with everything John Richter said below. Much more than I would have the energy to write, but well worth reading.
    Well done, John! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 45,087 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (12/4/2014 8:15:00 AM)

    A marvelous poem and the nature is taken in such care and observation in the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,579 Points John Richter (12/4/2014 7:20:00 AM)

    It's always refreshing to read poetry from a time when sight rhyme like move and love were commonplace and not lost on the reader... I think it was such an intimate thing between poet and reader. In todays world, where we run at such maddening pace, and are swamped over completely with electronic devices that rule us - it seems such lovely little things have become lost. Sadly. My favorite poets - all of the 18th and 19th centuries - use sight rhyme prolifically. I find it quite endearing, as though the authors themselves were sitting across from me winking as I fall into their worlds. As for the rest of the poem - I find it a beautiful quatrain enticement to win the heart of a young damsel... The meter is near perfect and was most certainly appraised by his contemporaries as immaculate.... With that said - this first poem of his that I have read does not move me in any particular way. Perhaps if I were a starry eyed damsel in 1550 it would have a different effect on me. As a general rule I do not like love poems because love is rarely the cause for them. If you are enticing someone you barely know to be your woman, how could that be love? Love is rarely the cause of such poems. Sounds more like mother nature and hormones to me. What bothers me most about it is not that such human and innate things exists, but rather that so many bards prefer to mask it with flowery speech and hide behind a mistaken label of love. Love is something that comes after courtship.... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 36,460 Points * Sunprincess * (6/30/2014 5:07:00 PM)

    ..............a beautiful invitation....should definitely be on a valentine's card....loved... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 288 Points Valentin Savin (12/5/2013 12:52:00 AM)

    A very nice and touching poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 95 Points Bright Morn (12/4/2013 8:42:00 AM)

    a very beautiful poem. the love is felt deep inside heart and the rhythm with its beats (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 15 Points Becka Rhodes (11/15/2013 7:31:00 AM)

    My response poem!

    You seem so charming
    You seem so strong
    But what you are offering is wrong
    Love to you is only temporary
    Love to me is eternity
    You only want me till flowers die
    Not forever by your side
    With love you cannot forever hide

    You offer a bed of roses to me
    Soon they will wither and die
    Where do I sleep then?
    Outside on the cold ground?

    If this love wasn’t temporary
    If this love was true
    I would have been glad to have met you
    But because it’s temporary
    And not so true,
    I’ll have to pass this time
    I’ll say toodaloo (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Arnav Gogoi (6/6/2013 1:49:00 AM)

    A love poem that can never be forgotten. Marlowe had truly penned down the essence of true love and its feelings in this poem. After all, what's love without passion for your lover....If you go by the flow of the poem, you will find yourself being carried to the heart of the poem which is full of love, desire and the earnest plea of love to be together..... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Gully Ditta (2/28/2013 8:57:00 AM)

    'And a thousand fragrant posies' not 'poises'! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 81 Points Patpet Ogechukwu (12/4/2012 4:23:00 AM)

    wonderfully constructed........... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,483 Points Shahzia Batool (12/4/2012 3:58:00 AM)

    beauty enough to feel on one's pulse! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 69,266 Points Gajanan Mishra (12/4/2012 3:19:00 AM)

    Very good poem, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bodhi U (12/4/2011 12:07:00 PM)

    beautiful... celebration of love (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 133 Points Sidi Mahtrow (12/4/2010 5:23:00 AM)

    Marlowe escaped to France to avoid sure death in England. It is appropriate to quote a few lines from the Kingston Trio's Rasberries, Strawberries...
    'An old man returns to Paris
    as ev'ry old man must
    He finds the winter winds blow cold
    His dreams have turned to dust... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,816 Points Ramesh T A (12/4/2009 1:05:00 AM)

    Head to foot beautification of the lady love by this lover is something naturally beautiful and surely will make any bride accept her lover willingly without fail! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 4, 2012

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