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