Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
William Shakespeare
VII. "Under the greenwood tree"
UNDER the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat—
Come hither, come hither, come hither! 5
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i' the sun, 10
Seeking the food he eats
And pleased with what he gets—
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Here shall he see
No enemy 15
But winter and rough weather.
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PARAPHRASE OF UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE by kplhardison
Underneath the summery tree
If you love to lie with me,
And tune your singing note
To the sweet song bird's throat---
Come here, come here, come here!
Here you will see
No enemy
Except winter and rough weather.
If you have no goals to keep
And love to lie in summer sun,
Searching out the foods you eat
And being pleased with what you get---
Come here, come here, come here!
Here you will see
No enemy
Except winter and rough weather.
Explication:
This is an ironical poem by William Shakespeare because, of course, in summer with birds singing, trees in full leaf, sunshine to bask in and food abounding for the taking, there is no winter nor rough weather! Therefore--there will be no enemy!
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