The Falcon And The Capon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DCEFGG HIJJ KKLLMNOOPPPQQRRRSSTU UTCCTV WWWBBXXYYZA2A2| A | |
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| You often hear a sweet seductive call | B |
| If wise you haste towards it not at all | B |
| And if you heed my apologue | C |
| You act like John de Nivelle's dog | C |
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| A capon citizen of Mans | D |
| Was summon'd from a throng | C |
| To answer to the village squire | E |
| Before tribunal call'd the fire | F |
| The matter to disguise | G |
| The kitchen sheriff wise | G |
| Cried 'Biddy Biddy Biddy ' | - |
| But not a moment did he | H |
| This Norman and a half | I |
| The smooth official trust | J |
| 'Your bait ' said he 'is dust | J |
| And I'm too old for chaff ' | - |
| Meantime a falcon on his perch | K |
| Observed the flight and search | K |
| In man by instinct or experience | L |
| The capons have so little confidence | L |
| That this was not without much trouble caught | M |
| Though for a splendid supper sought | N |
| To lie the morrow night | O |
| In brilliant candle light | O |
| Supinely on a dish | P |
| 'Midst viands fowl and fish | P |
| With all the ease that heart could wish | P |
| This honour from his master kind | Q |
| The fowl would gladly have declined | Q |
| Outcried the bird of chase | R |
| As in the weeds he eyed the skulker's face | R |
| 'Why what a stupid blockhead race | R |
| Such witless brainless fools | S |
| Might well defy the schools | S |
| For me I understand | T |
| To chase at word | U |
| The swiftest bird | U |
| Aloft o'er sea or land | T |
| At slightest beck | C |
| Returning quick | C |
| To perch upon my master's hand | T |
| There at his window he appears | V |
| He waits thee hasten hast no ears ' | - |
| 'Ah that I have ' the fowl replied | W |
| 'But what from master might betide | W |
| Or cook with cleaver at his side | W |
| Return you may for such a call | B |
| But let me fly their fatal hall | B |
| And spare your mirth at my expense | X |
| Whate'er I lack 'tis not the sense | X |
| To know that all this sweet toned breath | Y |
| Is spent to lure me to my death | Y |
| If you had seen upon the spit | Z |
| As many of the falcons roast | A2 |
| As I have of the capon host | A2 |
| You would not thus reproach my wit ' | - |
Jean De La Fontaine
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