Analysis of Sonnet 95: Yet Sighs, dear Sighs
Sir Philip Sidney 1554 (Penshurst, Kent) – 1586 (Zutphen)
Yet Sighs, dear Sighs, indeed true friends you are,
That do not leave your least friend at the worst,
But as you with my breast I oft have nurs'd,
So grateful now you wait upon my care.
Faint coward Joy no longer tarry dare,
Seeing Hope yield when this woe strake him first:
Delight protests he is not for th'accurst,
Though oft himself my mate-in-arms he sware.
Nay Sorrow comes with such main rage, that he
Kills his own children, Tears, finding that they
By love were made apt to consort with me.
Only, true Sighs, you do not go away;
Thank may you have for such a thankful part,
Thank-worthiest yet when you shall break my heart.
Scheme | ABBC CBBA DED EFF |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111011111 1111111101 1111111111 1101110111 1101110101 1011111111 01111111 1101110111 1101111111 1111011011 1101110111 1011111101 1111110101 11001111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 641 |
Words | 120 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 3, 3 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 123 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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