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