The Passionate Shepherd to His Love 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 the 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 poesies, 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 vbuds, With coral clasps and amber studs, And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing, For thy dellight each May morning, If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love. By Marlowe 最近上文学课学到英诗 觉得很有意思 便来这个版上逛逛 版上的东西好丰富哦... 这首马篓的诗,我还蛮喜欢的 和大家分享分享 那种如憧景中的爱,即无忧无虑地在爱中生活的样子.... 很梦幻.... --

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