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