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Scalar Milton

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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Auail) bring downe.
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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