The Satyr And The Traveller Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DBDB BBBB EBEB FGF B BHGBG

A
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Within a savage forest grotB
A satyr and his chipsC
Were taking down their porridge hotB
Their cups were at their lipsC
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You might have seen in mossy denD
Himself his wife and broodB
They had not tailor clothes like menD
But appetites as goodB
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In came a traveller benightedB
All hungry cold and wetB
Who heard himself to eat invitedB
With nothing like regretB
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He did not give his host the painE
His asking to repeatB
But first he blew with might and mainE
To give his fingers heatB
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Then in his steaming porridge dishF
He delicately blewG
The wondering satyr said 'I wishF
The use of both I knew '-
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'Why first my blowing warms my handB
And then it cools my porridge '-
'Ah ' said his host 'then understandB
I cannot give you storageH
'To sleep beneath one roof with youG
I may not be so boldB
Far be from me that mouth untrueG
Which blows both hot and cold '-

Jean De La Fontaine



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