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