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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 blossome, which my braunch of youth did beare,

The love I felt, inspired by youthful innocence
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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