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Epic

"epic, adj. and n." OED Online. Oxford University Press, September 2014. Web. 9 September 2014.

adj.
1. Pertaining to that species of poetical composition (see epos n.), represented typically by the Iliad and Odyssey, which celebrates in the form of a continuous narrative the achievements of one or more heroic personages of history or tradition.
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Edmund Spenser

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