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Welcome to my web site, now under development for more than twenty years.   
-- Philip Weller, November 13, 1941 - February 1, 2021
Dr. Weller, an Eastern Washington University professor of English and Shakespearean scholar for more than 50 years.

Shakespeare's Sonnets Navigator Summary of Sonnet 86 in the Table of Contents Notes for Sonnet 86

Shakespeare's Sonnet 86

  1    Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
  2    Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
  3    That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
  4    Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
  5    Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
  6    Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
  7    No, neither he, nor his compeers by night
  8    Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
  9    He, nor that affable familiar ghost
 10    Which nightly gulls him with intelligence
 11    As victors of my silence cannot boast;
 12    I was not sick of any fear from thence:
 13      But when your countenance fill'd up his line,
 14      Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine.

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