Sonnet 55: Muses, I Oft Invoked Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA ABBA CDC EFF| Muses 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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