The Eye Of The Master Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBDEFFG HHIIJKLLLKMMKMMNNOOP QQHMMHHMMR HHSSTTMMMHHH| A | |
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| A stag took refuge from the chase | B |
| Among the oxen of a stable | C |
| Who counsel'd him as saith the fable | C |
| To seek at once some safer place | B |
| 'My brothers ' said the fugitive | D |
| 'Betray me not and as I live | E |
| The richest pasture I will show | F |
| That e'er was grazed on high or low | F |
| Your kindness you will not regret | G |
| For well some day I'll pay the debt ' | - |
| The oxen promised secrecy | H |
| Down crouch'd the stag and breathed more free | H |
| At eventide they brought fresh hay | I |
| As was their custom day by day | I |
| And often came the servants near | J |
| As did indeed the overseer | K |
| But with so little thought or care | L |
| That neither horns nor hide nor hair | L |
| Reveal'd to them the stag was there | L |
| Already thank'd the wild wood stranger | K |
| The oxen for their treatment kind | M |
| And there to wait made up his mind | M |
| Till he might issue free from danger | K |
| Replied an ox that chew'd the cud | M |
| 'Your case looks fairly in the bud | M |
| But then I fear the reason why | N |
| Is that the man of sharpest eye | N |
| Hath not yet come his look to take | O |
| I dread his coming for your sake | O |
| Your boasting may be premature | P |
| Till then poor stag you're not secure ' | - |
| 'Twas but a little while before | Q |
| The careful master oped the door | Q |
| 'How's this my boys ' said he | H |
| 'These empty racks will never do | M |
| Go change this dirty litter too | M |
| More care than this I want to see | H |
| Of oxen that belong to me | H |
| Well Jim my boy you're young and stout | M |
| What would it cost to clear these cobwebs out | M |
| And put these yokes and hames and traces | R |
| All as they should be in their places ' | - |
| Thus looking round he came to see | H |
| One head he did not usually | H |
| The stag is found his foes | S |
| Deal heavily their blows | S |
| Down sinks he in the strife | T |
| No tears can save his life | T |
| They slay and dress and salt the beast | M |
| And cook his flesh in many a feast | M |
| And many a neighbour gets a taste | M |
| As Phaedrus says it pithily | H |
| The master's is the eye to see | H |
| I add the lover's as for me | H |
Jean De La Fontaine
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