{"id":838,"date":"2011-01-20T10:41:44","date_gmt":"2011-01-20T18:41:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/roselinahung.com\/blog\/?p=838"},"modified":"2024-03-19T00:19:09","modified_gmt":"2024-03-19T07:19:09","slug":"the-shepherd-the-nymph","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/roselinahung.com\/blog\/the-shepherd-the-nymph\/","title":{"rendered":"The Shepherd & The Nymph"},"content":{"rendered":"

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A Sleeping Nymph Watched by a Shepherd - Angelica Kauffmann (ca.1780)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

A lot of people assume that I went to Emily Carr when I say I studied art in Vancouver. I actually chose to go to the University of British Columbia because I was thinking of doing a double major in English Literature and Fine Art. It was only because I went away on exchange to Paris in my third year that I didn’t have enough credits for the double major, and I had no desire to stay at UBC for another year. But throughout my education, from high school through my undergraduate degree, I always took English Literature classes. For today’s blog post, I wanted to share two poems that I studied before that have always stuck in my mind.\u00a0 The poems I’ve studied, like art history, have always found a way in to my paintings, in one way or another.<\/p>\n

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The Hireling Shepherd - William Holman Hunt (1851)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love<\/strong>
\nby Christopher Marlowe (1599)<\/p>\n

Come live with me and be my love,
\nAnd we will all the pleasures prove
\nThat hills and valleys, dale and field,
\nAnd all the craggy mountains yield.<\/p>\n

There will we sit upon the rocks,
\nAnd see the shepherds feed their flocks,
\nBy shallow rivers to whose falls
\nMelodious birds sing madrigals.<\/p>\n

There I will make thee beds of roses
\nAnd a thousand fragrant posies,
\nA cap of flowers, and a kirtle
\nEmbroider\u2019d all with leaves of myrtle;<\/p>\n

A gown made of the finest wool
\nWhich from our pretty lambs we pull;
\nFair lin\u00e8d slippers for the cold,
\nWith buckles of the purest gold;<\/p>\n

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
\nWith coral clasps and amber studs;
\nAnd if these pleasures may thee move,
\nCome live with me, and be my love.<\/p>\n

Thy silver dishes for thy meat
\nAs precious as the gods do eat,
\nShall on an ivory table be
\nPrepared each day for thee and me.<\/p>\n

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
\nFor thy delight each May-morning:
\nIf these delights thy mind may move,
\nThen live with me and be my love.<\/p>\n

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The Nymph\u2019s Reply to the Shepherd<\/strong>
\nby Sir Walter Raleigh (1600)<\/p>\n

If all the world and love were young,
\nAnd truth in every shepherd\u2019s tongue,
\nThese pretty pleasures might me move
\nTo live with thee and be thy love.<\/p>\n

Time drives the flocks from field to fold
\nWhen rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
\nAnd Philomel becometh dumb;
\nThe rest complains of cares to come.<\/p>\n

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
\nTo wayward winter reckoning yields;
\nA honey tongue, a heart of gall,
\nIs fancy\u2019s spring, but sorrow\u2019s fall,<\/p>\n

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
\nThy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
\nSoon break, soon wither, soon forgotten\u2014
\nIn folly ripe, in reason rotten.<\/p>\n

Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
\nThy coral clasps and amber studs,
\nAll these in me no means can move
\nTo come to thee and be thy love.<\/p>\n

But could youth last and love still breed,
\nHad joys no date nor age no need,
\nThen these delights my mind may move
\nTo live with thee and be thy love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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