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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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Edmund Spenser

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