The Miser Who Had Lost His Treasure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFGGGFHHIIJJE EKLLKMNMNMOOHHPPQQRR STSN DDD UDD| A | |
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| 'Tis use that constitutes possession | B |
| I ask that sort of men whose passion | B |
| It is to get and never spend | C |
| Of all their toil what is the end | C |
| What they enjoy of all their labours | D |
| Which do not equally their neighbours | D |
| Throughout this upper mortal strife | E |
| The miser leads a beggar's life | E |
| Old Aesop's man of hidden treasure | F |
| May serve the case to demonstrate | G |
| He had a great estate | G |
| But chose a second life to wait | G |
| Ere he began to taste his pleasure | F |
| This man whom gold so little bless'd | H |
| Was not possessor but possess'd | H |
| His cash he buried under ground | I |
| Where only might his heart be found | I |
| It being then his sole delight | J |
| To ponder of it day and night | J |
| And consecrate his rusty pelf | E |
| A sacred offering to himself | E |
| In all his eating drinking travel | K |
| Most wondrous short of funds he seem'd | L |
| One would have thought he little dream'd | L |
| Where lay such sums beneath the gravel | K |
| A ditcher mark'd his coming to the spot | M |
| So frequent was it | N |
| And thus at last some little inkling got | M |
| Of the deposit | N |
| He took it all and babbled not | M |
| One morning ere the dawn | O |
| Forth had our miser gone | O |
| To worship what he loved the best | H |
| When lo he found an empty nest | H |
| Alas what groaning wailing crying | P |
| What deep and bitter sighing | P |
| His torment makes him tear | Q |
| Out by the roots his hair | Q |
| A passenger demandeth why | R |
| Such marvellous outcry | R |
| 'They've got my gold it's gone it's gone ' | - |
| 'Your gold pray where ' 'Beneath this stone ' | - |
| 'Why man is this a time of war | S |
| That you should bring your gold so far | T |
| You'd better keep it in your drawer | S |
| And I'll be bound if once but in it | N |
| You could have got it any minute ' | - |
| 'At any minute Ah Heaven knows | D |
| That cash comes harder than it goes | D |
| I touch'd it not ' 'Then have the grace | D |
| To explain to me that rueful face ' | - |
| Replied the man 'for if 'tis true | U |
| You touch'd it not how plain the case | D |
| That put the stone back in its place | D |
| And all will be as well for you ' | - |
Jean De La Fontaine
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