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The Shepheardes Calender: November Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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November gloga vndecima Thenot Colin	A
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Thenot	B
Colin my deare when shall it please thee sing	C
As thou were wont songs of some iouisaunce	D
Thy Muse to long slombreth in sorrowing	C
Lulled a sleepe through loues misgouernaunce	D
Now somewhat sing whose endles souenaunce	D
Emong the shepeheards swaines may aye remaine	A
Whether thee list the loued lasse aduaunce	D
Or honor Pan with hymnes of higher vaine	A
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Colin	A
Thenot now nis the time of merimake	C
Nor Pan to herye nor with loue to playe	E
Sike myrth in May is meetest for to make	C
Or summer shade vnder the cocked haye	E
But nowe sadde Winter welked hath the day	E
And Phoebus weary of his yerely tas ke	C
Ystabled hath his steedes in lowlye laye	E
And taken vp his ynne in Fishes has ke	C
Thilke sollein season sadder plight doth aske	C
And loatheth sike delightes as thou doest prayse	D
The mornefull Muse in myrth now list ne mas ke	C
As shee was wont in yougth and sommer dayes	D
But if thou algate lust light virelayes	D
And looser songs of loue to vnderfong	C
Who but thy selfe deserues sike Poetes prayse	D
Relieue thy Oaten pypes that sleepen long	C
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Thenot	E
The Nightingale is souereigne of song	C
Before him sits the Titmose silent bee	F
And I vnfitte to thrust in s kilfull thronge	G
Should Colin make iudge of my fooleree	H
Nay better learne of hem that learned bee	F
An han be watered at the Muses well	I
The kindlye dewe drops from the higher tree	F
And wets the little plants that lowly dwell	I
But if sadde winters wrathe and season chill	J
Accorde not with thy Muses meriment	E
To sadder times thou mayst attune thy quill	J
And sing of sorrowe and deathes dreeriment	E
For deade is Dido dead alas and drent	E
Dido the greate shepehearde his daughter sheene	A
The fayrest May she was that euer went	E
Her like shee has not left behind I weene	A
And if thou wilt bewayle my wofull tene	A
I shall thee giue yond Cosset for thy payne	A
And if thy rymes as rownd and rufull bene	A
As those that did thy Rosalind complayne	A
Much greater gyfts for guerdon thou shalt gayne	A
Then Kidde of Cosset which I thee bynempt	E
Then vp I say thou iolly shepeheard swayne	A
Let not my small demaund be so contempt	E
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Colin	A
Thenot to that I choose thou doest me tempt	E
But ah to well I wote my humble vaine	A
And howe my rymes bene rugged and vnkempt	E
Yet as I conne my conning I will strayne	A
Vp then Melpomene thou mounefulst Muse of nyne	A
Such cause of mourning neuer hadst afore	F
Vp grieslie ghostes and vp my rufull ryme	K
Matter of myrth now shalt thou haue no more	F
For dead she is that myrth thee made of yore	F
Didomy deare alas is dead	E
Dead and lyeth wrapt in lead	E
O heauie herse	D
Let streaming teares be poured out in store	F
O carefull verse	D
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Shepheards that by your flocks on Kentish downes abyde	E
Waile ye this wofull waste of natures warke	C
Waile we the wight whose presence was our pryde	E
Waile we the wight whose absence is our carke	C
The sonne of all the world is dimme and darke	C
The earth now lacks her wonted light	E
And all we dwell in deadly night	E
O heauie herse	D
Breake we our pypes that shrild as lowde as Larke	C
O carefull verse	D
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Why do we longer liue ah why liue we so long	C
Whose better dayes death hath shut vp in woe	L
The fayrest floure our gyrlond all emong	C
Is faded quite and into dust ygoe	C
Sing now ye shepheards daughters sing no moe	L
The songs that Colin made in her prayse	D
But into weeping turne your wanton layes	D
O heauie herse	D
Now is time to dye Nay time was long ygoe	C
O carefull verse	D
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Whence is it that the flouret of the field doth fade	E
And lyeth buryed long in Winters bale	M
Yet soone as spring his mantle hath displayd	E
It floureth fresh as it should neuer fayle	M
But thing on earth that is of most auaile	M
As vertues braunch and beauties budde	E
Reliuen not for any good	E
O heauie herse	D
The braunch once dead the budde eke needes must quaile	M
O carefull verse	D
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She while she was that was a woful word to sayne	A
For beauties prayse and pleasaunce had no pere	F
So well she couth the shepherds entertayne	A
With cakes and cracknells and such country chere	F
Ne would she scorne the simple shepheards swaine	A
For she would call hem often heame	L
And giue hem curds and clouted Creame	L
O heauie herse	D
Als Colin cloute she would not once disdayne	A
O carefull verse	D
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But nowe sike happy cheere is turnd to heauie chaunce	D
Such pleasaunce now displast by dolors dint	E
All Musick sleepes where death doth leade the daunce	D
And shepherds wonted solace is extinct	E
The blew in black the greene in gray is tinct	E
The gaudie girlonds deck her graue	F
The faded flowres her corse embraue	F
O heauie herse	D
Morne nowe my Muse now morne with teares besprint	E
O carefull verse	D
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O thou great shepheard Lobbin how great is thy griefe	N
Where bene the nosegayes that she dight for thee	F
The coloured chaplets wrought with a chiefe	N
The knotted rushrings and gilte Rosemaree	F
For shee deemed nothing too deere for thee	F
Ah they bene all yclad in clay	M
One bitter blast blew all away	M
O heauie herse	D
Thereof nought remaynes but the memoree	F
O carefull verse	D
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Ay me that dreerie death should strike so mortall stroke	C
That can vndoe Dame natures kindly course	D
The faded lockes fall from the loftie oke	C
The flouds do gaspe for dryed is thyr sourse	D
And flouds of teares flowe in theyr stead perforse	D
The mantled medowes mourne	A
Theyr sondry colours tourne	A
O heauie herse	D
The heauens doe melt in teares without remorse	D
O carefull verse	D
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The feeble flocks in field refuse their former foode	E
And hang theyr heads as they would learne to weepe	O
The beastes in forest wayle as they were woode	E
Except the Wolues that chase the wandring sheepe	O
Now she is gon that safely did hem keepe	O
The Turtle on the bared braunch	P
Laments the wound that death did launch	P
O heauie herse	D
And Philomele her song with teares doth steepe	O
O carefull verse	D
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The water Nymphs that wont with her to sing and daunce	D
And for her girlond Oliue braunches beare	F
Now balefull boughes of Cypres doen advaunce	D
The Muses that were wont greene bayes to weare	F
Now bringen bitter Eldre braunches seare	F
The fatall sisters eke repent	E
Her vitall threde so soone was spent	E
O heauie herse	D
Mourne now my Muse now mourne with heauie cheare	F
O carefull verse	D
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O trustlesse state of earthly things and slipper hope	O
Of mortal men that swincke and sweate for nought	E
And shooting wide doe misse the marked scope	O
Now haue I learnd a lesson derely bought	E
That nys on earth assuraunce to be sought	E
For what might be in earthlie mould	E
That did her buried body hould	E
O heauie herse	D
Yet saw I on the beare when it was brought	E
O carefull verse	D
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But maugre death and dreaded sisters deadly spight	E
And gates of hel and fyrie furies forse	D
She hath the bonds broke of eternall night	E
Her soule vnbodied of the burdenous corpse	D
Why then weepes Lobbin so without remorse	D
O Lobb thy losse no longer lament	E
Didonis dead but into heauen hent	E
O happye herse	D
Cease now my Muse now cease thy sorrowes sourse	D
O ioyfull verse	D
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Why wayle we then why weary we the Gods with playnts	D
As if some euill were to her betight	E
She raignes a goddesse now emong the saintes	D
That whilome was the saynt of shepheards light	E
And is enstalled nowe in heauens hight	E
I see thee blessed soule I see	D
Walke in Elisian fieldes so free	D
O happy herse	D
Might I once come to thee O that I might	E
O ioyfull verse	D
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Vnwise and wretched men to weete whats good or ill	M
We deeme of Death as doome of ill desert	E
But knewe we fooles what it vs bringes vntil	M
Dye would we dayly once it to expert	E
No daunger there the shepheard can astert	E
Fayre fieldes and pl	M