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Pastoral

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

n.
II. A person or thing associated with the tending of livestock.
3. a. A literary work portraying rural life or the life of shepherds, esp. in an idealized or romantic form.
5. Pastoral poetry as a form or style of literary composition.

adj.
 2. a. Of poetry, music, pictures, etc.: portraying rural life or characters, esp. in an idealized or romantic manner; bucolic.
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Edmund Spenser

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