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By invoking these familiar narratives, Marlowe establishes a connection between his own work and a broader cultural heritage. The poem's celebration of beauty and love also resonates with the humanist values of the Renaissance, emphasizing the importance of human emotion and the pursuit of pleasure. Read more →.
A biography of the 16th-century poet and dramatist Christopher Marlowe, who wrote Tamburlaine the Great and other works of English Renaissance literature. Learn about his life, his influences, his controversies, and his legacy.
By Christopher Marlowe. Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That Valleys, groves, hills, 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.
Hero and Leander. By Christopher Marlowe. The First Sestiad. (excerpt) On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, In view and opposite two cities stood, Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by Neptune's might; The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight. At Sestos Hero dwelt; Hero the fair, Whom young Apollo courted for her hair,
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By Christopher Marlowe. It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. When two are stripped, long ere the course begin, We wish that one should lose, the other win; And one especially do we affect. Of two gold ingots, like in each respect: The reason no man knows; let it suffice.
B. 1564 D. 1593. 'Who ever loved that loved not at first sight' Christopher Marlowe, 'Hero and Leander' Share Poet. Copy to clipboard. Biography Poems Books & Awards. Home. Explore. Poets. Biography. Marlowe is believed to have written all his poems and translations as a young man studying at Corpus Christi College, Cambridge.
Elegies, Book One, 5. By Christopher Marlowe. after Ovid. In summer’s heat and mid-time of the day. To rest my limbs upon a bed I lay, One window shut, the other open stood, Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood, Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun. Or night being past, and yet not day begun.
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