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L'appassionato pastore al suo amore
Vieni, vivi con
me e sii il mio Amore, E sopra le rocce siederemo; Ed io ti farò un letto di rose Una gonna di finissima lana Una cintura di paglia e di gemme d'edera I pastorelli amanti canteran danzando
Christopher Marlowe The passionate shepherd to is love
Come with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Or woods or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, And see 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 Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair-lined slippers for cold, With buckles of a purest gold. A belt of strow 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, Than live with me and be my Love.
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