Sonnet Xx: Fly, Fly, My Friends Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB ABAB CDC DEE| Fly fly my friends I have my death wound fly | A |
| See there that boy that murthering boy I say | B |
| Who like a thief hid in dark bush doth lie | A |
| Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey | B |
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| So tyrant he no fitter place could spy | A |
| Nor so fair level in so secret stay | B |
| As that sweet black which veils the heav'nly eye | A |
| There himself with his shot he close doth lay | B |
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| Poor passenger pass now thereby I did | C |
| And stayed pleas'd with the prospect of the place | D |
| While that black hue from me the bad guest hid | C |
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| But straight I saw motions of lightning grace | D |
| And then descried the glist'ring of his dart | E |
| But ere I could fly hence it pierc'd my heart | E |
Sir Philip Sidney
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