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

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