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Colin them gives to Rosalind againe.

Colin (protagonist, shepherd) gives them (gifts) to Rosalind again
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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