The Power Of Fables Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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To M De BarillonA
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Can diplomatic dignityB
To simple fables condescendC
Can I your famed benignityC
Invoke my muse an ear to lendC
If once she dares a high intentC
Will you esteem her impudentC
Your cares are weightier indeedC
Than listening to the sage debatesD
Of rabbit or of weasel statesD
So as it pleases burn or readC
But save us from the woful harmsE
Of Europe roused in hostile armsE
That from a thousand other placesF
Our enemies should show their facesF
May well be granted with a smileG
But not that England's IsleG
Our friendly kings should setC
Their fatal blades to whetC
Comes not the time for Louis to reposeH
What Hercules against these hydra foesH
Would not grow weary Must new heads opposeH
His ever waxing energy of blowsH
Now if your gentle soul persuasive powersI
As sweet as mighty in this world of oursI
Can soften hearts and lull this war to sleepJ
I'll pile your altars with a hundred sheepJ
And this is not a small affairK
For a Parnassian mountaineerL
Meantime if you have time to spareK
Accept a little incense cheerL
A homely but an ardent prayerK
And tale in verse I give you hereM
I'll only say the theme is fit for youN
With praise which envy must confessO
To worth like yours is justly dueN
No man on earth needs propping lessO
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In Athens once that city fickleP
An orator awake to feelQ
His country in a dangerous pickleP
Would sway the proud republic's heartC
Discoursing of the common wealP
As taught by his tyrannic artC
The people listen'd not a wordC
Meanwhile the orator recurr'dC
To bolder tropes enough to rouseR
The dullest blocks that e'er did drowseR
He clothed in life the very deadC
And thunder'd all that could be saidC
The wind received his breathS
As to the ear of deathS
That beast of many heads and lightC
The crowd accustom'd to the soundC
Was all intent upon a sightC
A brace of lads in mimic fightC
A new resource the speaker foundC
'Ceres ' in lower tone said heB
'Went forth her harvest fields to seeB
An eel as such a fish might heB
And swallow were her companyB
A river check'd the travellers threeB
Two cross'd it soon without adoN
The smooth eel swam the swallow flew '-
Outcried the crowdC
With voices loudC
'And Ceres what did she '-
'Why what she pleased but firstC
Yourselves she justly cursedC
A people puzzling aye your brainsR
With children's tales and children's playP
While Greece puts on her steel arrayP
To save her limbs from tyrant chainsR
Why ask you not what Philip does '-
At this reproach the idle buzzR
Fell to the silence of the graveT
Or moonstruck sea without a waveT
And every eye and ear awokeU
To drink the words the patriot spokeU
This feather stick in Fable's capV
We're all Athenians mayhapV
And I for one confess the sinA
For while I write this moral hereM
If one should tell that tale so queerL
Ycleped I think The Ass's SkinA
I should not mind my work a pinA
The world is old they say I don't deny itC
But infant stillP
In taste and willP
Whoe'er would teach must gratify itC

Jean De La Fontaine



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