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