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Thou barrein ground, whome winters wrath hath wasted,

These barren ground, whose winters wrath does waste / hath wasted
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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