Colin's Campus: Cambridge Life and the English Eclogue

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Susquehanna University Press, 2000 - 156ÆäÀÌÁö
"Colin's Campus argues that pastoral poetry is inevitably a backwards-looking genre, preoccupied with the past. This preoccupation in the case of Spenser, as well as his pastoral followers, returned him to the Cambridge he had recently left behind, not the court to which he never really arrived." "Responding to the pastoral-court connection which has been at the center of nearly all historical considerations of pastoral for the past two decades, this study invites readers to seriously consider the reverse connection, that is, the academic ingredients in the pastoral world."--BOOK JACKET.Title Summary field provided by Blackwell North America, Inc. All Rights Reserved

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The Pastoralists Past
13
The Campus
38
Colin Clouts Stayed Steps
62
Shepheardes Delights
74
Ungrateful Chame
100
The Uncouth Swain
120
Notes
134
Bibliography
145
Index
153
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23 ÆäÀÌÁö - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the grey-fly winds her sultry horn, Oft till the star that rose at evening bright Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.
127 ÆäÀÌÁö - in the Ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - Berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due.
127 ÆäÀÌÁö - So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves; Where other groves, and other streams along, With Nectar pure his
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - shepherd's trade: Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair? ("Lycidas,
139 ÆäÀÌÁö - Abandon then the base and viler clowne, Lyft up thy selfe out of the lowly dust: And sing of bloody Mars, of wars, of giusts. Turne thee to those, that weld the awful crowne, To doubted Knights, whose woundlesse armour rusts, And helmes unbruzed wexen dayly browne.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - Great Gloriana, greatest Majesty, Pardon thy shepheard, mongst so many layes, As he hath sung of thee in all his dayes, To make one minime of thy poore handmayd, And underneath thy feete to place her prayse, That when thy glory shall be farre displayed To future age of her this mention may be made.
127 ÆäÀÌÁö - Weep no more, wofull Shepherds, weep no more; For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watry
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - had stretch't out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay; At last he rose, and twitch't his Mantle blew,
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - Blind mouthes! that scarce themselves know how to hold / A Sheephook, or have learn'd ought else the least / That to the faithfull herdmans art belongs!

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