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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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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser    EK's gloss

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