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