Phoebus And Boreas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFDDDDGDDGHH IJJB DKKDLLDDGMGMGGDDHHDD DJJDNLLN| A | |
| - | |
| Old Boreas and the sun one day | B |
| Espied a traveller on his way | B |
| Whose dress did happily provide | C |
| Against whatever might betide | C |
| The time was autumn when indeed | D |
| All prudent travellers take heed | D |
| The rains that then the sunshine dash | E |
| And Iris with her splendid sash | E |
| Warn one who does not like to soak | F |
| To wear abroad a good thick cloak | F |
| Our man was therefore well bedight | D |
| With double mantle strong and tight | D |
| 'This fellow ' said the wind 'has meant | D |
| To guard from every ill event | D |
| But little does he wot that I | G |
| Can blow him such a blast | D |
| That not a button fast | D |
| His cloak shall cleave the sky | G |
| Come here's a pleasant game Sir Sun | H |
| Wilt play ' Said Phoebus 'Done | H |
| We'll bet between us here | I |
| Which first will take the gear | J |
| From off this cavalier | J |
| Begin and shut away | B |
| The brightness of my ray ' | - |
| 'Enough ' Our blower on the bet | D |
| Swell'd out his pursy form | K |
| With all the stuff for storm | K |
| The thunder hail and drenching wet | D |
| And all the fury he could muster | L |
| Then with a very demon's bluster | L |
| He whistled whirl'd and splash'd | D |
| And down the torrents dash'd | D |
| Full many a roof uptearing | G |
| He never did before | M |
| Full many a vessel bearing | G |
| To wreck upon the shore | M |
| And all to doff a single cloak | G |
| But vain the furious stroke | G |
| The traveller was stout | D |
| And kept the tempest out | D |
| Defied the hurricane | H |
| Defied the pelting rain | H |
| And as the fiercer roar'd the blast | D |
| His cloak the tighter held he fast | D |
| The sun broke out to win the bet | D |
| He caused the clouds to disappear | J |
| Refresh'd and warm'd the cavalier | J |
| And through his mantle made him sweat | D |
| Till off it came of course | N |
| In less than half an hour | L |
| And yet the sun saved half his power | L |
| So much doth mildness more than force | N |
Jean De La Fontaine
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