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