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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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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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