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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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Sere

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

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