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Selasa, 11 Maret 2008

Foundation of Literature ( Renaissance Era)

RISMAYANTI DEWI SOLIHAT

06211210028

Class B

CHRISTOPER MARLOWE’S POEM (1599) and the SUMMARY

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE

Come live with me, and be my love;
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales 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 posies;
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 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.

This poem tells about a shepherd that loves a woman. The shepherd asks the woman to live with him. The shepherd promises her happiness if she wants to live with him. The shepherd tries to describe about a beautiful life with him in the countryside, and about what she will get from his flocks, like a gown made of the finest wool and a belt of straw and ivy-buds, without mentioning the dangers that could happen in the field like wolves, etc.

ROBERT BURNS’ POEMS and the SUMMARY

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

This poem tells us about a man who loves a woman, the man compare the woman with a rose. He said he will always love the woman until the end of time and no matter what will happen the man still loves the woman.

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