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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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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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