Sonnets: Idea Xlix Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEFGHIJIKK

Thou leaden brain which censur'st what I writeA
And sayst my lines be dull and do not moveB
I marvel not thou feel'st not my delightA
Which never felt'st my fiery touch of loveC
But thou whose pen hath like a packhorse servedD
Whose stomach unto gall hath turned thy foodE
Whose senses like poor prisoners hunger starvedF
Whose grief hath parched thy body dried thy bloodG
Thou which hast scorn d life and hated deathH
And in a moment mad sober glad and sorryI
Thou which hast banned thy thoughts and curst thy birthJ
With thousand plagues more than in purgatoryI
Thou thus whose spirit love in his fire refinesK
Come thou and read admire applaud my linesK

Michael Drayton



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