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All so my lustfull leafe is drye and sere

My passion is withered
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

Related:  Yet all for naught: [such] sight hath bred my bane.,  And eke tenne thousand sithes I blesse the stoure,,  And am forlorne, (alas why am I lorne?),  Colin clout,  I loue,  My timely buds with wayling all are wasted:,  Sere,  My musing mynd, yet canst not, when thou should:,  sithes,  Epic,  A thousand sithes I curse that carefull hower,,  Albee my loue he seeke with dayly suit:,  With breathed sighes is blowne away, & blasted,,  Hobbinol,  As on your boughes the ysicles depend.,  Shee deignes not my good will, but doth reproue,,  And laughes the songes, that Colin Clout doth make.,  EK's gloss,  Thy sommer prowde with Daffadillies dight.,  Thy mantle mard, wherein thou mas-kedst late.,  Edmund Spenser,  auaile,  Colins Embleme.,  Teaching notes, 10 Sept. 2014,  It is not Hobbinol, wherefore I plaine,,  couth,  Art made a myrrhour, to behold my plight:,  Stoure,  Wherein I sawe so fayre a sight, as shee.,  Shepheards deuise she hateth as the snake,,  Rosalind,  Both pype and Muse, shall sore the while abye.,  And thou vnlucky Muse, that wontst to ease,  neighbour towne,  Ah God, that loue should breede both ioy and payne.,  overhaile,  vnnethes,  Wherein I longd the neighbour towne to see:,  And from mine eyes the drizling teares descend,,  His clownish gifts,  Pastoral,  Whilome thy fresh spring flowrd, and after hasted,  Wherefore my pype, albee rude Pan thou please,,  Thou barrein ground, whome winters wrath hath wasted,,  His clownish gifts and curtsies I disdaine,,  John Milton,  Ah foolish Hobbinol, thy gyfts bene vayne:,  Virgil,  Yet for thou pleasest not, where most I would:,  I loue thilke lasse, (alas why doe I loue?),  His kiddes, his cracknelles, and his early fruit.,  Colin them gives to Rosalind againe.,  The Shepheardes Calender: January,  And now is come thy wynters stormy state,,  And of my rurall musick holdeth scorne.,  The blossome, which my braunch of youth did beare,,  So broke his oaten pype, and downe dyd lye.