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IF all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy Love.
But Time drives 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 wayward Winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither--soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,--
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy Love.
But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy Love.
Sir Walter Raleigh
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Michael Pruchnicki
(5/29/2009 3:58:00 PM) |
Her Reply is a practical answer to all the moonbeams and malarkey spewed by male shepherds (not real shepherds, of course, but the cocky young courtiers playing at being shepherds) in the heat of passion. The young lady responds with mother wit - 'Sure, lad, don't you know that as time passes, so does your passion! Winter and age come on with a vengeance that puts the lie to all your charming promises! The gown you made of posies for me withers as the season changes, don't you know? That damn rock you put me on will freeze my tush off if I sit on it when jack frost nips at me. All that malarkey of youth won't stop my hair from graying either! If life and youth were forever, I might come and live with you as we sport in green fields! But social security and medicare are what I forseen for both of us as we suffer the indignity of old age! Get a grip on reality, bucko! '
And Her Reply is universal!
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Taylah Watson
(5/29/2009 5:40:00 AM) |
My poem goes like this
It's called 'It's still loading'
please load for me and my friends
please load and load until the end
please load quick and please load fast
before my time has past
please load,
please load for me and my family
please load please load before I send this
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Taylah Watson
(5/29/2009 5:38:00 AM) |
I know a poem I can write but how do I get it on this website?
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JOSEPH POEWHIT
(5/29/2009 2:24:00 AM) |
Poem seems to put love on a pedestal and the world is an ocean around it.
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Coreena Kromer
(3/11/2008 4:10:00 AM) |
your imagery in this poem is fantastic.
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Caro Smith
(8/9/2007 9:46:00 AM) |
This is a reply to Christopher Marlowe's 'The Passionate Shepherd to His Love'. I like reading the poems together.
http: //www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-passionate-shepherd-to-his-love/
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Rebekah O'donley
(5/29/2007 10:12:00 PM) |
Quite a beauty indeed. Very pleasant to read with perfect imagery!
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Nakole Rodgers
(5/29/2007 7:09:00 PM) |
well i think it's a well written poem. it's not rubbish, i am a very good judge and when i read this poem my life was filled with light.
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