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Wherein I sawe so fayre a sight, as shee.

Where I saw a fair sight in her
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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