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Evan Thomas, Milton Group8, Milton Group7, Milton Group6, Milton Group5, Milton Group4, Milton Group3, Milton Group2, Milton Group1, Milton Group9, Authors

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Whilome thy fresh spring flowrd, and after hasted

Once upon a time the fresh spring bloomed and after that
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The Shepheardes Calender: January    Edmund Spenser

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