Sonnet 94: Grief Find The Words Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA ABBA BCB CBC| Grief find the words for thou hast made my brain | A |
| So dark with misty vapors which arise | B |
| From out thy heavy mold that inbent eyes | B |
| Can scarce discern the shape of mine own pain | A |
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| Do thou then for thou canst do thou complain | A |
| For my poor soul which now that sickness tries | B |
| Which ev'n to sense sense of itself denies | B |
| Though harbingers of death lodge there his train | A |
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| Or if thy love of plaint yet mine forbears | B |
| As of a caitiff worthy so to die | C |
| Yet wail thyself and wail with causeful tears | B |
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| That though in wretchedness thy life doth lie | C |
| Yet growest more wretched than thy nature bears | B |
| By being plac'd in such a wretch as I | C |
Sir Philip Sidney
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