The Wolf And The Hunter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCCDDEFFGH IIGG JHIFFIFFKKLLFFBBFFFF MNMNN FF FFFO PPQQRRJFH KSTT UVFF

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Thou lust of gain foul fiend whose evil eyesB
Regard as nought the blessings of the skiesB
Must I for ever battle thee in vainC
How long demandest thou to gainC
The meaning of my lessons plainC
Will constant getting never cloyD
Will man ne'er slacken to enjoyD
Haste friend thou hast not long to liveE
Let me the precious word repeatF
And listen to it I entreatF
A richer lesson none can giveG
The sovereign antidote for sorrowH
ENJOY 'I will ' But when 'To morrow '-
Ah death may take you on the wayI
Why not enjoy I ask to dayI
Lest envious fate your hopes ingulfG
As once it served the hunter and the wolfG
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The former with his fatal bowJ
A noble deer had laid full lowH
A fawn approach'd and quickly layI
Companion of the deadF
For side by side they bledF
Could one have wished a richer preyI
Such luck had been enough to sateF
A hunter wise and moderateF
Meantime a boar as big as e'er was takenK
Our archer tempted proud and fond of baconK
Another candidate for StyxL
Struck by his arrow foams and kicksL
But strangely do the shears of FateF
To cut his cable hesitateF
Alive yet dying there he liesB
A glorious and a dangerous prizeB
And was not this enough Not quiteF
To fill a conqueror's appetiteF
For ere the boar was dead he spiedF
A partridge by a furrow's sideF
A trifle to his other gameM
Once more his bow he drewN
The desperate boar upon him cameM
And in his dying vengeance slewN
The partridge thank'd him as she flewN
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Thus much is to the covetous address'dF
The miserly shall have the restF
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A wolf in passing saw that woeful sightF
'O Fortune ' cried the savage with delightF
'A fane to thee I'll build outrightF
'Four carcasses how rich But spareO
'I'll make them last such luck is rare '-
The miser's everlasting pleaP
'They'll last a month for let me seeP
One two three four the weeks are fourQ
If I can count and some days moreQ
Well two days henceR
And I'll commenceR
Meantime the string upon this bowJ
I'll stint myself to eatF
For by its mutton smell I knowH
'Tis made of entrails sweet '-
His entrails rued the fatal weaponK
Which while he heedlessly did step onS
The arrow pierced his bowels deepT
And laid him lifeless on the heapT
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Hark stingy souls insatiate leechesU
Our text this solemn duty teachesV
Enjoy the present do not waitF
To share the wolf's or hunter's fateF

Jean De La Fontaine



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