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