Analysis of Sonnet 93: Oh Fate, Oh Fault
Sir Philip Sidney 1554 (Penshurst, Kent) – 1586 (Zutphen)
Oh fate, oh fault, oh curse, child of my bliss,
What sobs can give words grace my grief to show?
What ink is black enough to paint my woe?
Through me, wretch me, ev'n Stella vexed is.
Yet Truth (if caitiff's breath may call thee) this
Witness with me: that my foul stumbling so
From carelessness did in no manner grow,
But wit confus'd with too much care did miss.
And do I then myself this vain 'scuse give?
I have (live I and know this?) harmed thee;
Though worlds quite me, shall I myself forgive?
Only with pains my pains thus eased be,
That all thy hurts in my heart's wrack I read;
I cry thy sighs, my dear; thy tears I bleed.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111111111 1111111111 1111011111 1111111011 111111111 10111111001 1100101101 1101111111 011111111 111101111 111111101 101111111 1111011111 1111111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 640 |
Words | 127 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 3, 3 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 120 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 31 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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