Sonnet 19 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBDCCBEFGEFG

XIXA
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When I consider how my light is spentB
Ere half my days in this dark world and wideC
And that one talent which is death to hideC
Lodged with me useless though my soul more bentB
To serve therewith my Maker and presentD
My true account lest He returning chideC
Doth God exact day labour light deniedC
I fondly ask But patience to preventB
That murmur soon replies God doth not needE
Either man's work or his own gifts Who bestF
Bear His mild yoke they serve Him best His stateG
Is kingly thousands at His bidding speedE
And post o'er land and ocean without restF
They also serve who only stand and waitG

John Milton



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