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Evan Thomas, Milton Group8, Milton Group7, Milton Group6, Milton Group5, Milton Group4, Milton Group3, Milton Group2, Milton Group1, Milton Group9, Authors

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And eke tenne thousand sithes I blesse the stoure,

and another ten thousand times I blessed the interruption
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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