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Rhyme scheme:
a-b-b-a, a-b-b-a, c-d-e, c-d-e
Italian sonnet
An octet and a sestet.
Italian sonnet
Rhyme scheme:
abab cdcd efef gg.
English (or Shakespearian) sonnet
Three quatrains and a final couplet in iambic pentameter.
English (or Shakespearian) sonnet
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
English (or Shakespearian) sonnet
Three quatrains and a final rhyming couplet in iambic pentameter.
Spenserian sonnet
Rhyme scheme:
abab bcbc cdcd ee.
Spenserian sonnet
Happy ye leaves! when as those lily hands,
Which hold my life in their dead doing might,
Shall handle you, and hold in love's soft bands,
Like captives trembling at the victor's sight.
And happy lines! on which, with starry light,
Those lamping eyes will deign sometimes to look,
And read the sorrows of my dying sprite,
Written with tears in heart's close bleeding book.
And happy rhymes! bathed in the sacred brook
Of Helicon, whence she derived is,
When ye behold that angel's blessed look,
My soul's long lacked food, my heaven's bliss.
Leaves, lines, and rhymes seek her to please alone,
Whom if ye please, I care for other none.
Spenserian sonnet