The Gardener And His Lord Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCBBDDAABBEEBFGG F HIIBBJJB BBBBKKBBL M BBBBNNNOPEEQQ BBRRBBBBSSJJET UUVV| A lover of gardens half cit and half clown | A |
| Possess'd a nice garden beside a small town | A |
| And with it a field by a live hedge inclosed | B |
| Where sorrel and lettuce at random disposed | B |
| A little of jasmine and much of wild thyme | C |
| Grew gaily and all in their prime | C |
| To make up Miss Peggy's bouquet | B |
| The grace of her bright wedding day | B |
| For poaching in such a nice field 'twas a shame | D |
| A foraging cud chewing hare was to blame | D |
| Whereof the good owner bore down | A |
| This tale to the lord of the town | A |
| 'Some mischievous animal morning and night | B |
| In spite of my caution comes in for his bite | B |
| He laughs at my cunning set dead falls and snares | E |
| For clubbing and stoning as little he cares | E |
| I think him a wizard A wizard the coot | B |
| I'd catch him if he were a devil to boot ' | F |
| The lord said in haste to have sport for his hounds | G |
| 'I'll clear him I warrant you out of your grounds | G |
| To morrow I'll do it without any fail ' | F |
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| The thing thus agreed on all hearty and hale | H |
| The lord and his party at crack of the dawn | I |
| With hounds at their heels canter'd over the lawn | I |
| Arrived said the lord in his jovial mood | B |
| 'We'll breakfast with you if your chickens are good | B |
| That lass my good man I suppose is your daughter | J |
| No news of a son in law Any one sought her | J |
| No doubt by the score Keep an eye on the docket | B |
| Eh Dost understand me I speak of the pocket ' | - |
| So saying the daughter he graciously greeted | B |
| And close by his lordship he bade her be seated | B |
| Avow'd himself pleased with so handsome a maid | B |
| And then with her kerchief familiarly play'd | B |
| Impertinent freedoms the virtuous fair | K |
| Repell'd with a modest and lady like air | K |
| So much that her father a little suspected | B |
| The girl had already a lover elected | B |
| Meanwhile in the kitchen what bustling and cooking | L |
| 'For what are your hams They are very good looking ' | - |
| 'They're kept for your lordship ' 'I take them ' said he | M |
| 'Such elegant flitches are welcome to me ' | - |
| He breakfasted finely his troop with delight | B |
| Dogs horses and grooms of the best appetite | B |
| Thus he govern'd his host in the shape of a guest | B |
| Unbottled his wine and his daughter caress'd | B |
| To breakfast the huddle of hunters succeeds | N |
| The yelping of dogs and the neighing of steeds | N |
| All cheering and fixing for wonderful deeds | N |
| The horns and the bugles make thundering din | O |
| Much wonders our gardener what it can mean | P |
| The worst is his garden most wofully fares | E |
| Adieu to its arbours and borders and squares | E |
| Adieu to its chiccory onions and leeks | Q |
| Adieu to whatever good cookery seeks | Q |
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| Beneath a great cabbage the hare was in bed | B |
| Was started and shot at and hastily fled | B |
| Off went the wild chase with a terrible screech | R |
| And not through a hole but a horrible breach | R |
| Which some one had made at the beck of the lord | B |
| Wide through the poor hedge 'Twould have been quite absurd | B |
| Should lordship not freely from garden go out | B |
| On horseback attended by rabble and rout | B |
| Scarce suffer'd the gard'ner his patience to wince | S |
| Consoling himself 'Twas the sport of a prince | S |
| While bipeds and quadrupeds served to devour | J |
| And trample and waste in the space of an hour | J |
| Far more than a nation of foraging hares | E |
| Could possibly do in a hundred of years | T |
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| Small princes this story is true | U |
| When told in relation to you | U |
| In settling your quarrels with kings for your tools | V |
| You prove yourselves losers and eminent fools | V |
Jean De La Fontaine
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