Sonnet Xxxvii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CAACAAAADADAAA E FAAFFAAFAAAAAA A| Il mio avversario in cui veder solete | A |
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| LAURA AT HER LOOKING GLASS | B |
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| My foe in whom you see your own bright eyes | C |
| Adored by Love and Heaven with honour due | A |
| With beauties not its own enamours you | A |
| Sweeter and happier than in mortal guise | C |
| Me by its counsel lady from your breast | A |
| My chosen cherish'd home your scorn expell'd | A |
| In wretched banishment perchance not held | A |
| Worthy to dwell where you alone should rest | A |
| But were I fasten'd there with strongest keys | D |
| That mirror should not make you at my cost | A |
| Severe and proud yourself alone to please | D |
| Remember how Narcissus erst was lost | A |
| His course and thine to one conclusion lead | A |
| Of flower so fair though worthless here the mead | A |
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| MACGREGOR | E |
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| My mirror'd foe reflects alas so fair | F |
| Those eyes which Heaven and Love have honour'd too | A |
| Yet not his charms thou dost enamour'd view | A |
| But all thine own and they beyond compare | F |
| O lady thou hast chased me at its prayer | F |
| From thy heart's throne where I so fondly grew | A |
| O wretched exile though too well I knew | A |
| A reign with thee I were unfit to share | F |
| But were I ever fix'd thy bosom's mate | A |
| A flattering mirror should not me supplant | A |
| And make thee scorn me in thy self delight | A |
| Thou surely must recall Narcissus' fate | A |
| But if like him thy doom should thee enchant | A |
| What mead were worthy of a flower so bright | A |
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| WOLLASTON | A |
Francesco Petrarca (petrarch)
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