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