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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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Sere

Sere) withered.
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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