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