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