Dear All,
Apologies for yet another blip from me, but I wanted to remind you about
the upcoming deadline for the Spenserian Stanza Competition (25 March),
jointly sponsored by The Spenser Review and the Edmund Spenser Home Page.
We have received quite a few entries so far, but would much more welcome a
heavy, gleaming haul; so, if you feel disposed, please remind your able
students to give it an hour and let the Nile do its generative work in
their slick and slimy fantasies. Point them to
http://www.english.cam.ac.uk/spenser/stanza and feel free to use the
hortatory stanza below for prodding.
Lo I the man, that sometime bid you mask,
To win a prize, in old stanzaic weeds;
Am now enforced to urge again my task,
To please my Muse (that nought but Spenser reads),
And bid you versify before all deeds
That otherwise to weary students long.
Sleep not in silence: as the Muse areeds,
Compose, and blazon you amongst the throng:
Praise, glory, guerdon greets the bold adventuring song.
Or forgettable words to that effect.
az
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