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