The Shepherd And The King Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEEE FFGHIIJ KLLKKMMNNOONNPPNQQNR RNNSLLSLLST NUVUUNN WNNNNNNNNNNNIIUUXXDY Z

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Two demons at their pleasure share our beingB
The cause of Reason from her homestead fleeingB
No heart but on their altars kindleth flamesC
If you demand their purposes and namesC
The one is Love the other is AmbitionD
Of far the greater share this takes possessionD
For even into love it entersE
Which I might prove but now my story centresE
Upon a shepherd clothed with lofty powersE
The tale belongs to older times than oursE
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A king observed a flock wide spreadF
Upon the plains most admirably fedF
O'erpaying largely as return'd the yearsG
Their shepherd's care by harvests for his shearsH
Such pleasure in this man the monarch tookI
'Thou meritest ' said he 'to wield a crookI
O'er higher flock than this and my esteemJ
O'er men now makes thee judge supreme '-
Behold our shepherd scales in handK
Although a hermit and a wolf or twoL
Besides his flock and dogs were all he knewL
Well stock'd with sense all else upon demandK
Would come of course and did we understandK
His neighbour hermit came to him to sayM
'Am I awake Is this no dream I prayM
You favourite you great Beware of kingsN
Their favours are but slippery thingsN
Dear bought to mount the heights to which they callO
Is but to court a more illustrious fallO
You little know to what this lure beguilesN
My friend I say Beware ' The other smilesN
The hermit adds 'See howP
The court has marr'd your wisdom even nowP
That purblind traveller I seem to seeN
Who having lost his whip by strange mistakeQ
Took for a better one a snakeQ
But while he thank'd his stars brimful of gleeN
Outcried a passenger God shield your breastR
Why man for life throw down that treacherous pestR
That snake It is my whip A snake I sayN
What selfish end could prompt my warning prayN
Think you to keep your prize And wherefore notS
My whip was worn I've found another newL
This counsel grave from envy springs in youL
The stubborn wight would not believe a jotS
Till warm and lithe the serpent grewL
And striking with his venom slewL
The man almost upon the spotS
And as to you I dare predictT
That something worse will soon afflict '-
'Indeed What worse than death prophetic hermit '-
'Perhaps the compound heartache I may term it '-
And never was there truer prophecyN
Full many a courtier pest by many a lieU
Contrived and many a cruel slanderV
To make the king suspect the judge awryU
In both ability and candourU
Cabals were raised and dark conspiraciesN
Of men that felt aggrieved by his decreesN
'With wealth of ours he hath a palace built '-
Said they The king astonish'd at his guiltW
His ill got riches ask'd to seeN
He found but mediocrityN
Bespeaking strictest honestyN
So much for his magnificenceN
Anon his plunder was a hoard immenseN
Of precious stones that fill'd an iron boxN
All fast secur'd by half a score of locksN
Himself the coffer oped and sad surpriseN
Befell those manufacturers of liesN
The open'd lid disclosed no other mattersN
Than first a shepherd's suit in tattersN
And then a cap and jacket pipe and crookI
And scrip mayhap with pebbles from the brookI
'O treasure sweet ' said he 'that never drewU
The viper brood of envy's lies on youU
I take you back and leave this palace splendidX
As some roused sleeper doth a dream that's endedX
Forgive me sire this exclamationD
In mounting up my fall I had foreseenY
Yet loved the height too well for who hath beenZ
Of mortal race devoid of all ambition '-

Jean De La Fontaine



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