Sonnet Lxxxvi Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCEFAFAGG| Was it the proud full sail of his great verse | A |
| Bound for the prize of all too precious you | B |
| That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse | A |
| Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew | B |
| Was it his spirit by spirits taught to write | C |
| Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead | D |
| No neither he nor his compeers by night | C |
| Giving him aid my verse astonished | E |
| He nor that affable familiar ghost | F |
| Which nightly gulls him with intelligence | A |
| As victors of my silence cannot boast | F |
| I was not sick of any fear from thence | A |
| But when your countenance fill'd up his line | G |
| Then lack'd I matter that enfeebled mine | G |
William Shakespeare
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