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