The Impossible Thing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFFGGHIJJKKLL MM NNOOPPQQRR SSTTUUVVBBWW XXYYZZA2A2PPB2B2 C2C2D2D2E2E2F2F2G2G2 H2H2I2I2J2J2JJK2L2M2 M2N2N2 SSO2O2P2P2 Q2Q2J2J2TT

A DEMON blacker in his skin than heartA
So great a charm was prompted to impartA
To one in love that he the lady gainedB
And full possession in the end obtainedB
The bargain was the lover should enjoyC
The belle he wished and who had proved so coyC
Said Satan soon I'll make her lend an earD
In ev'ry thing more complaisant appearE
But then instead of what thou might'st expectF
To be obedient and let me directF
The devil having thus obliged a friendG
He'll thy commands obey thou may'st dependG
The very moment and within the hourH
Thy humble servant who has got such pow'rI
Will ask for others which at once thou'lt findJ
Make no delay for if thou art so blindJ
Thou comprehend'st thy body and thy soulK
The lovely fair no longer shall controlK
But Satan then upon them both shall seizeL
And with them do whatever he may pleaseL
'Gainst this the spark had not a word to sayM
'Twas pleasing to command though not obeyM
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HE sallied forth the beauteous belle to seekN
And found her as he wished complying meekN
Indulged in blisses and most happy provedO
Save that the devil always round him movedO
Whatever rose within the whirl of thoughtP
He now commanded quickly it was broughtP
And when he ordered palaces to riseQ
Or raging tempests to pervade the skiesQ
The devil instantly obeyed his willR
And what he asked was done with wondrous skillR
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LARGE sums his purse received the devil wentS
just where commanded and to Rome was sentS
From whence his highness store of pardons gotT
No journey long though distant was the spotT
But ev'ry thing with magick ease aroseU
And all was soon accomplished that he choseU
So oft the spark was asked for orders newV
Which he was bound to give the fiend at viewV
That soon his head most thoroughly was drainedB
And to the fair our lover much complainedB
Declared the truth and ev'ry thing detailedW
How he was lost if in commands he failedW
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IS'T this said she that makes thee so forlornX
Mere nothing quickly I'll remove the thornX
When Satan comes present his highness thisY
Which I have here and say You will not missY
To make it flat and not its curl retainZ
On which she gave him what with little painZ
She drew from covert of the Cyprian groveA2
The fairy labyrinth where pleasures roveA2
Which formerly a duke so precious thoughtP
To raise a knightly order thence he soughtP
Illustrious institution noble planB2
More filled with gods and demi gods than manB2
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THE lover to the crafty devil saidC2
'Tis crooked this you see and I am ledC2
To wish it otherwise go make it straightD2
A perfect line no turn nor twist nor plaitD2
Away to work be quick fly hasten runE2
The demon fancied it could soon be doneE2
No time he lost but set it in the pressF2
And tried to manage it with great successF2
The massy hammer kept beneath the deepG2
Made no impression he as well might sleepG2
Howe'er he beat whatever charm he usedH2
'Twas still the same obedience it refusedH2
His time and labour constantly were lostI2
Vain proved each effort mystick skill was crossedI2
The wind or rain or fog or frost or snowJ2
Had no effect still circular 'twould goJ2
The more he tried the ringlet less inclinedJ
To drop the curvature so closely twinedJ
How's this said Satan never have I seenK2
Such stubborn stuff wherever I have beenL2
The shades below no demon can produceM2
That could divine what here would prove of useM2
'Twould puzzle hell to break the curling springN2
And make a line direct of such a thingN2
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ONE morn the devil to the other wentS
Said he to give thee up I'll be contentS
If solely thou wilt openly declareO2
What 'tis I hold for truly I despairO2
I'm victus I confess and can't succeedP2
No doubt the thing's impossible decreedP2
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FRIEND Satan said the lover you are wrongQ2
Despondency should not to you belongQ2
At least so soon what you desire to knowJ2
Is not the only one that's found to growJ2
Still many more companions it has gotT
And others could be taken from the spotT

Jean De La Fontaine



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