Sere

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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The Shepheardes Calender: January Edmund Spenser EK's gloss

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