Sere

Scalar Milton

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The Shepheardes Calender: January Edmund Spenser EK's gloss

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