Sonnet 105

Philip Sidney (1554–1586) · 1591

iambic pentameter · heroic couplets · 14 lines · from Astrophel and Stella

O absent presence Stella is not here,False flattering hope that with so faire a face,Bare me in hand that in this Orphane place,Stella I saw, my Stella should appeare,What saist thou now, where is that dainty cleareThou wouldst mine eyes should helpe their famisht case:But how art thou? now that selfe felt disgraceDoth make me most to wish thy comfort neere,But heere I doe shore of faire Ladies meete,Who may with charme of conversation sweeteMake in my heavie mould new thoughts to grow:Sure they prevaile as much with me, as heThat bad his frind but then new maimde to beMerrie with him, and so forget his woe.

Words in this poem

dainty n.
Value; estimation; the gratification or pleasure taken in anything. [OE. deinie, dainte, deintie, deyntee, OF. deintié delicacy, orig., dignity, honor, fr. L. dignitas, fr. dignus worthy. See Deign, and cf. Dignity.]
mould n.
Crumbling, soft, friable earth; esp., earth containing the remains or constituents of organic matter, and suited to the growth of plants; soil. [OE. molde, AS. molde; akin to D. mul, G. mull, mulm, OHG. molt, molta, Icel. mold, Dan. muld, Sw. mull, Goth. mulda, and E. meal flour. See Meal, and cf. Mole a]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Sonnet 105 is in the public domain. This text is taken from Sir P.S.: His Astrophel and Stella Wherein the excellence of sweete poesie is concluded, Project Gutenberg ebook #56375; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Philip Sidney, Sonnet 105, in Astrophel and Stella (1591), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #56375, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/sidney-astrophel/sonnet-105.html, id L04861.

Form and metre

Sonnet 105 is 14 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets, 57% of the lines: heroic couplets. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 86%). 93% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.1 syllables. 36% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in heroic couplets, other poems in iambic pentameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABBAABBACCDEED hereA · faceB · placeB · appeareA · cleareA · caseB · disgraceB · neereA · meeteC · sweeteC · growD · heE · beE · woeD
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
O absent presence Stella is not here,10·/˘/˘/˘···
False flattering hope that with so faire a face,10·/˘·······
Bare me in hand that in this Orphane place,10··········
Stella I saw, my Stella should appeare,10/˘···/˘···
What saist thou now, where is that dainty cleare10·······/˘·
Thou wouldst mine eyes should helpe their famisht case:10··········
But how art thou? now that selfe felt disgrace10········˘/
Doth make me most to wish thy comfort neere,10·······/˘·
But heere I doe shore of faire Ladies meete,10·······/˘·
Who may with charme of conversation sweete10······˘/˘·
Make in my heavie mould new thoughts to grow:10··········
Sure they prevaile as much with me, as he11···········
That bad his frind but then new maimde to be10··········
Merrie with him, and so forget his woe.10/˘····˘/··

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