Sonnet 48: Soul's Joy, Bend Not Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA ABBA CDE FFE| Soul's joy bend not those morning stars from me | A |
| Where Virtue is made strong by Beauty's might | B |
| Where Love is chasteness Pain doth learn delight | B |
| And Humbleness grows one with Majesty | A |
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| Whatever may ensue oh let me be | A |
| Copartner of the riches of that sight | B |
| Let not mine eyes be hell driv'n from that light | B |
| Oh look oh shine oh let me die and see | A |
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| For though I oft myself of them bemoan | C |
| That though my heart their beamy darts be gone | D |
| Whose cureless wounds ev'n now most freshly bleed | E |
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| Yet since my death wound is already got | F |
| Dear killer spare not thy sweet cruel shot | F |
| A kind of grace it is to kill with speed | E |
Sir Philip Sidney
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