Jean De La Fontaine

Jean De La Fontaine Poems

  • 51.  
    A CERTAIN husband who, from jealous fear,
    With one eye slept while t'other watched his dear,Deprived his wife of every social joy,
  • 52.  
    TWO lawyers to their cause so well adhered,
    A country justice quite confused appeared,By them the facts were rendered so obscure
  • 53.  
    IF once in love, you'll soon invention find
    And not to cunning tricks and freaks be blind;The youngest 'prentice, when he feels the dart,
  • 54.  
    WHO knows the world will never feel surprise,
    When men are duped by artful women's eves;Though death his weapon freely will unfold;
  • 55.  
    DIVERTING in extreme there is a play,
    Which oft resumes its fascinating sway;Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or sour;
  • 56.  
    BY master Francis clearly 'tis expressed:
    The folks of Papimania are blessed;True sleep for them alone it seems was made
  • 57.  
    PRONE, on my couch I calmly slept
    Against my wont. A little childAwoke me as he gently crept
  • 58.  
    HE surely must be wrong who loving fears;
    And does not flee when beauty first appears.Ye FAIR, with charms divine, I know your fame;
  • 59.  
    WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail,
    The rampart most secure is not the VEIL;A husband better will the FAIR protect,
  • 60.  
    IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try;
    To found our tales on what we can rely;Th' experiment repeatedly I've made,
  • 61.  
    BOCCACE alone is not my only source;
    T'another shop I now shall have recourse;Though, certainly, this famed Italian wit
  • 62.  
    A GASCON (being heard one day to swear,
    That he'd possess'd a certain lovely fair,)Was played a wily trick, and nicely served;
  • 63.  
    WHEN Sister Jane, who had produced a child,
    In prayer and penance all her hours beguiledHer sister-nuns around the lattice pressed;
  • 64.  
    NO easy matter 'tis to hold,
    Against its owner's will, the fleeceWho troubled by the itching smart
  • 65.  
    DAME FORTUNE often loves a laugh to raise,
    And, playing off her tricks and roguish ways,Instead of giving us what we desire,
  • 66.  
    SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind;
    A triple engine prove in love we find;By these the strongest fortresses are gained
  • 67.  
    NO master sage, nor orator I know,
    Who can success, like gentle Cupid show;His ways and arguments are pleasing smiles,
  • 68.  
    THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease
    Both names and titles, freely as they please.It costs them scarcely any thing, we find.
  • 69.  
    AS WILLIAM walking with his wife was seen,
    A man of rank admired her lovely mien.Who gave you such a charming fair? he cried,
  • 70.  
    I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone,
    So oft their freaks have in my page been shown.The subject may at length fatigue the mind;
  • 71.  
    IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR,
    The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware;Yet, why suppose the sex my pages shun?
  • 72.  
    THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.
    Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.To this the god of love has oft recourse,
  • 73.  
    I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale;
    Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail;Men, gods, and all, his mighty influence know,
  • 74.  
    DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour,
    In ev'ry age works miracles a store;Can Catos change to male coquets at ease;
  • 75.  
    A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart,
    So great a charm was prompted to impart;To one in love, that he the lady gained,
  • 76.  
    AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
    Discoursing various pranks in pleasant chat,Each had a loving friend, and two of these
  • 77.  
    THE Lombard princes oft pervade my mind;
    The present tale Boccace relates you'll find;Agiluf was the noble monarch's name;
Total 77 poems written by Jean De La Fontaine

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 by Charles Hamilton Sorley

You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,
And no man claimed the conquest of your land.
But gropers both through fields of thought confined
We stumble and we do not understand.
You only saw your future bigly planned,
And we, the tapering paths of our own mind,
And in each others dearest ways we stand,
And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.

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