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Wherein I longd the neighbour towne to see:

Where I longed to see another town
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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