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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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Overhaile) drawe over.
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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