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The Teares Of The Muses

Rating: 2.8

Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine:
The golden brood of great Apolloes wit,
Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad tine,
Which late ye powred forth as ye did sit
Beside the siluer Springs of Helicone,
Making your musick of hart-breaking mone.
For since the time that Phoebus foolish sonne
Ythundered through Ioues auengefull wrath,
For trauersing the charret of the Sunne
Beyond the compasse of his pointed path,

Of you his mournfull Sisters was lamented,
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Susan Williams 07 January 2016

The Tears of the Muses are complaints that Spenser [and all 9 of the Muses ]have against all the discouragements that he has suffered at the hands of critics and the decay of patronage that has resulted from these censurers. The poem is long, really, really long, and all the complaining gets a bit monotonous.

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