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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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As on your boughes the ysicles depend.

Because of you, where my coldness manifests
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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