Feronde Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 3 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Wonderful Women
by Umaru Kanneh Boima
Freedom To Scratch In Peace
by Olute Aete
Happy New Year
by Felix Menda
Human Beings
by Dana Graslie
Lust
by Wisdom Greatness
An Isolated Tree's Song
by Sayeed Abubakar
A Strange Boy
by Sayeed Abubakar
O Soil
by Sayeed Abubakar
No War, No War-monger
by Sayeed Abubakar
Night's Town
by Sayeed Abubakar

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2414 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

Jean De La Fontaine

Feronde Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Write your comment about Feronde poem by Jean De La Fontaine

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets

IN Eastern climes by means considered new	A
The Mount's old man with terrors would pursue	A
His large domains howe'er were not the cause	B
Nor heaps of gold that gave him such applause	C
But manners strange his subjects to persuade	D
In ev'ry wish to serve him they were made	D
Among his people boldest hearts he chose	E
And to their view would Paradise disclose	E
Its blissful pleasures ev'ry soft delight	F
Designed to gratify the sense and sight	F
So plausible this prophet's tale appeared	G
Each word he dropt was thoroughly revered	G
Whence this delusion DRINK deranged the mind	H
And reason drowned to madness they resigned	H
Thus void of knowing clearly what they did	I
They soon were brought to act as they were bid	I
Conveyed to places charming to the eye	J
Enchanting gardens 'neath an azure sky	J
With twining shrubs meandring walks and flow'rs	E
And num'rous grottos porticoes and bow'rs	E
When they chanced to pass where all was gay	K
From wine's inebriating pow'rful sway	K
They wondered at the frolicking around	L
And fancied they were got on fairy ground	L
Which Mahomet pretended was assigned	H
For those to his doctrine were inclined	H
To tempt the men and girls to seek the scene	M
And skip and play and dance upon the green	M
To murm'ring streams meandering along	N
And lutes' soft notes and nightingales' sweet song	N
No earthly pleasure but might there be viewed	O
The best of wines and choicest fruits accrued	O
To render sense bewildered at the sight	F
And sink inebriated with delight	F
	-
THEN back they bore them motionless to sleep	P
And wake with wishes further joys to reap	P
From these enjoyments many fully thought	Q
To such enchanting scenes they should be brought	Q
In future times eternal bliss to taste	R
If death and danger valiantly they faced	R
And tried the prophet Mahomet to please	E
And ev'ry point to serve their prince would seize	E
	-
THE Mount's old man by means like these could say	K
He'd men devoted to support his sway	K
Upon the globe no empire more was feared	G
Or king or potentate like him revered	G
These circumstances I've minutely told	S
To show our tale was known in days of old	S
	-
FERONDE a rich but awkward vulgar clown	T
A ninny was believed throughout the town	T
He had the charge of revenues not slight	F
Which he collected for a friar white	F
Of these I've known as good as any black	U
When husbands some assistance seemed to lack	U
And had so much to do they monks might need	V
Or other friends their work at home to speed	V
This friar for to morrow never thought	Q
But squandered ev'ry thing as soon as brought	Q
No saint apostle less of wealth retained	W
Good cheer o'er ev'ry wish triumphant reigned	W
Save now and then to have a little fun	X
Unknown to others with a pretty nun	X
	-
FERONDE had got a spouse of pleasing sight	F
Related nearly to our friar white	F
Whose predecessor uncle sponsor kind	H
Now gone to realms of night had her consigned	H
To be this silly blockhead's lawful wife	Y
Who thought her hand the honour of his life	Y
'Tis said that bastard daughters oft retain	Z
A disposition to the parent train	Z
And this the saying truly ne'er bellied	V
Nor was her spouse so weak but he descried	V
Things clearer than was requisite believed	V
And doubted much if he were not deceived	V
	-
THE wife would often to the prelate go	A2
Pretending business proper he should know	A2
A thousand circumstances she could find	V
'Twas then accounts now sev'ral things combined	V
In short no day nor hour within the week	B2
But something at the friar's she would seek	B2
The holy father then was always prone	C2
To send the servants off and be alone	C2
Howe'er the husband doubting tricks were played	V
Got troublesome his wife would much upbraid	V
When she returned and often beat her too	V
In short he unaccommodating grew	V
	-
THE rural mind by nature jealous proves	E
Suspicion shows of ev'ry thing that moves	E
Unused to city ways perverse appears	E
And undismayed to principle adheres	E
	-
THE friar found his situation hard	V
He loved his ease all trouble would discard	V
As priests in gen'ral anxiously desire	D2
Their plan howe'er I never can admire	E2
And should not choose at once to take the town	T
But by the escalade obtain the crown	T
In LOVE I mean to WAR I don't allude	V
No silly bragging I would here intrude	V
Nor be enrolled among the martial train	Z
'Tis Venus' court that I should like to gain	Z
Let t'other custom be the better way	K
It matters not no longer I'll delay	K
But to my tale return and fully state	V
How our receiver who misused his mate	V
Was put in purgatory to be cured	V
And for a time most thoroughly immured	V
	-
BY means of opiate powders much renowned	V
The friar plunged him in a sleep profound	V
Thought dead the fun'ral obsequies achieved	V
He was surprised and doubtless sorely grieved	V
When he awoke and saw where he was placed	V
With folks around not much to suit his taste	V
For in the coffin he at large was left	V
And of the pow'r to move was not bereft	V
But might arise and walk about the tomb	F2
Which opened to another vaulted room	F2
The gloomy hollow mansion of the dead	V
Fear quickly o'er his drooping spirits spread	V
What's here cried he is't sleep or is it death	G2
Some charm or spell perhaps withdraws their breath	G2
Our wight then asked their names and business there	H2
And why he was retained in such a snare	H2
In what had he offended God or man	I2
	-
Said one console thyself past moments scan	I2
When thou hast rested here a thousand years	E
Thou'lt then ascend amid the Heav'nly spheres	E
But first in holy purgatory learn	J2
To cleanse thyself from sins that we discern	J2
One day thy soul shall leave this loathsome place	E
And pure as ice repair to realms of grace	E
Then this consoling Angel gave a thwack	B2
And ten or dozen stripes laid on his back	B2
'Tis thy unruly jealous mind said he	K2
Displeases God and dooms thee here to be	K2
	-
A MOURNFUL sigh the lorn receiver heaved	V
His aching shoulders rubbed and sobbed and grieved	V
A thousand years cried he 'tis long indeed	V
My very soul with horror seems to bleed	V
	-
WE should observe this Angel was a wag	B2
A novice friar and a convent fag	B2
Like him the others round had parts to act	V
And were disguised in dresses quite exact	V
Our penitent most humbly pardon sought	V
Said he if e'er to life again I'm brought	V
No jealousy suspicion's hateful bane	Z
Shall ever enter my distracted brain	Z
May I not have this grace this wished for boon	L2
Some hopes they gave but it could not be soon	L2
In short a year he lay upon the floor	M2
Just food for life received and nothing more	M2
Each day on bread and water he was fed	V
And o'er his back the cat o'nine tails spread	V
Full twenty lashes were the number set	V
Unless the friar should from Heav'n first get	V
Permission to remit at times a part	V
For charity was glowing in his heart	V
	-
WE must not doubt he often offered prayers	E
To ease the culprit's sufferings and cares	E
The Angel likewise made a long discourse	E
Said he those vile suspicions were the source	E
Of all thy sorrow wretchedness and pain	Z
Think'st thou such thoughts the clergy entertain	Z
A friar white too bad in ev'ry sense	E
Ten strokes to one if black for such offence	E
Repent I say the other this desired	V
Though scarcely he could tell what was required	V
	-
MEANWHILE the prelate with the fav'rite dame	N2
No time to lose made ev'ry hour the same	N2
The husband with a sigh was heard to say	E
I wonder what my wife's about to day	E
About whate'er it be 'tis doubtless right	V
Our friar to console her takes delight	V
Thy business too is managed as before	M2
And anxious care bestowed upon thy store	M2
	-
HAS she as usual matters that demand	V
Attendance at the cloister to be scanned	V
No doubt was the reply for having now	O2
The whole affair upon her feeble brow	O2
Poor woman be her wishes what they will	P2
She more assistance wants thy loss to fill	P2
	-
DISCOURSE like this no pleasure gave the soul	Q2
To call him so seems best upon the whole	Q2
Since he'd not pow'r like others here to feed	V
Mere earthly shadow for a time decreed	V
	-
A MONTH was passed in fasting pains and prayer	H2
Some charity the friar made him share	H2
And now and then remission would direct	V
The widow too he never would neglect	V
But all the consolation in his pow'r	R2
Bestowed upon her ev'ry leisure hour	D2
His tender cares unfruitful were not long	B2
Beyond his hopes the soil proved good and strong	B2
In short our Pater Abbas justly feared	V
To make him father many signs appeared	V
	-
SINCE 'twere improper such a fact were known	C2
When proofs perhaps too clearly might be shown	C2
So many prayers were said and vigils kept	V
At length the soul from purgatory crept	V
So much reduced and ev'ry way so thin	S2
But little more he seemed than bones and skin	S2
	-
A THING so strange filled numbers with surprise	E
Who scarcely would believe their ears and eyes	E
The friar passed for saint Feronde his fruit	V
None durst presume to doubt nor to dispute	V
A double miracle at once appeared	V
The dead's return the lady's state revered	V
With treble force Te Deum round was sung	B2
Sterility in marriage oft was rung	B2
And near the convent many offered prayers	E
In hopes their fervent vows would gain them heirs	E
	-
THE humble spouse and wife we now shall leave	T2
Let none howe'er suppose that we conceive	T2
Each husband merits as our soul the same	N2
To cure the jealous fears his breast inflame	N2