Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CICERONIS AMOR: THE SHEPHERD'S ODE, by ROBERT GREENE Poet's Biography First Line: Walking in a valley green Last Line: And go contented to their sheep. Subject(s): Odes (as Poetic Form); Shepherds & Shepherdesses | ||||||||
WALKING in a valley green, Spread with Flora, summer-queen, Where she heaping all her graces, Niggard seem'd in other places; Spring it was, and here did spring All that nature forth can bring. Groves of pleasant trees there grow, Which fruit and shadow could bestow: Thick-leav'd boughs small birds cover, Till sweet notes themselves discover; Tunes for number seem'd confounded, Whilst their mixtures music sounded, 'Greeing well, yet not agreed That one the other should exceed. A sweet stream here silent glides, Whose clear water no fish hides; Slow it runs, which well bewray'd The pleasant shore the current stay'd. In this stream a rock was planted, Where no art nor nature wanted. Each thing so did other grace, As all places may give place; Only this the place of pleasure, Where is heapèd nature's treasure. Here mine eyes with wonder stay'd; Eyes amaz'd, and mind afraid, Ravish'd with what was beheld, From departing were withheld. Musing then with sound advice On this earthly paradise; Sitting by the river-side, Lovely Phillis was descried. Gold her hair, bright her eyne, Like to Phbus in his shine; White her brow, her face was fair; Amber breath perfum'd the air; Rose and lily both did seek To show their glories on her cheek; Love did nestle in her looks, Baiting there his sharpest hooks. Such a Phillis ne'er was seen, More beautiful than Love's Queen: Doubt it was, whose greater grace, Phillis' beauty, or the place. Her coat was of scarlet red, All in plaits; a mantle spread, Fring'd with gold; a wreath of boughs To check the sun from her brows; In her hand a shepherd's hook, In her face Diana's look. Her sheep grazèd on the plains: She had stolen from the swains; Under a cool silent shade, By the streams, she garlands made: Thus sat Phillis all alone. Miss'd she was by Coridon, Chiefest swain of all the rest; Lovely Phillis lik'd him best. His face was like Phbus' love; His neck white as Venus' dove; A ruddy cheek, fill'd with smiles, Such Love hath when he beguiles; His locks brown, his eyes were grey, Like Titan in a summer-day: A russet jacket, sleeves red; A blue bonnet on his head; A cloak of grey fenc'd the rain; Thus 'tirèd was this lovely swain; A shepherd's hook, his dog tied; Bag and bottle by his side: Such was Paris, shepherds say, When with none he did play. From his flock stray'd Coridon, Spying Phillis all alone; By the stream he Phillis spied, Braver than was Flora's pride. Down the valley 'gan he track, Stole behind his true-love's back; The sun shone, and shadow made, Phillis rose, and was afraid; When she saw her lover there, Smile she did, and left her fear. Cupid, that disdain doth loath, With desire strake them both. The swain did woo; she was nice, Following fashion, nay'd him twice: Much ado he kiss'd her then; Maidens blush when they kiss men; So did Phillis at that stowre; Her face was like the rose-flower. Last they 'greed, for love would so, Faith and troth, they would no mo; For shepherds ever held it sin, To false the love they livèd in. The swain gave a girdle red; She set garlands on his head: Gifts were given; they kiss again; Both did smile, for both were fain. Thus was love 'mongst shepherds sold When fancy knew not what was gold: They woo'd, and vow'd, and that they keep, And go contented to their sheep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVING SHEPHERDESS by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE SHEPHERD by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON A TIMOROUS SHEPHERD by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE HEART'S RETURN by EDWIN MARKHAM THE SONG OF THE SHEPHERDS by EDWIN MARKHAM THE GREEN SHEPHERD by LOUIS SIMPSON AUTOCHTHONIC TERCET: 2 by CESAR VALLEJO THE STORY THE SHEPHERD TELLS THE SHEEP by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE SHEPHERD, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A FAREWELL TO FOLLY: CONTENT by ROBERT GREENE |
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