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 grot | B |
| A satyr and his chips | C |
| Were taking down their porridge hot | B |
| Their cups were at their lips | C |
| - | |
| You might have seen in mossy den | D |
| Himself his wife and brood | B |
| They had not tailor clothes like men | D |
| But appetites as good | B |
| - | |
| In came a traveller benighted | B |
| All hungry cold and wet | B |
| Who heard himself to eat invited | B |
| With nothing like regret | B |
| - | |
| He did not give his host the pain | E |
| His asking to repeat | B |
| But first he blew with might and main | E |
| To give his fingers heat | B |
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| Then in his steaming porridge dish | F |
| He delicately blew | G |
| The wondering satyr said 'I wish | F |
| The use of both I knew ' | - |
| - | |
| 'Why first my blowing warms my hand | B |
| And then it cools my porridge ' | - |
| 'Ah ' said his host 'then understand | B |
| I cannot give you storage | H |
| 'To sleep beneath one roof with you | G |
| I may not be so bold | B |
| Far be from me that mouth untrue | G |
| Which blows both hot and cold ' | - |
Jean De La Fontaine
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