Astrophel And Stella - Sonnet Xxxiii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABABABCDCDBB

I might vnhappy word O me I mightA
And then I would not or could not see my blisseB
Till now wrapt in a most infernall nightA
I find how heau'nly day wretch I did misseB
Hart rend thyself thou dost thyself but rightA
No louely Paris made thy Hellen hisB
No force no fraud robd thee of thy delightA
Nor Fortune of thy fortune author isB
But to my selfe my selfe did giue the blowC
While too much wit forsooth so troubled meD
That I respects for both our sakes must showC
And yet could not by rysing morne fore seeD
How fair a day was near O punisht eyesB
That I had bene more foolish or more wiseB

Philip Sidney (sir)



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