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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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auaile

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

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