Sonnet 55: Muses, I Oft Invoked Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA ABBA CDC EFFMuses I oft invoked your hold aid | A |
With choicest flow'rs my speech t'engarland so | B |
That it despis'd in true by naked show | B |
Might win some grace in your sweet grace array'd | A |
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And oft whole troops of saddest words I stay'd | A |
Striving abroad a foraging to go | B |
Until by your inspiring I might know | B |
How their black banner might be best display'd | A |
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But now I mean no more your help to try | C |
Nor other sug'ring of my speech to prove | D |
But on her name incessantly to cry | C |
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For let me but name her whom I do love | E |
So sweet sounds straight mine ear and heart do hit | F |
That I well find no eloquence like it | F |
Sir Philip Sidney
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