Tales and Novels of J. de La Fontaine — Volume 10

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Title: The Tales and Novels, v10: Imitation of Anacreon Author: Jean de La Fontaine Release Date: March, 2004 [EBook #5284] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on June 14, 2002] Edition: 10 Language: English * E * B *  O ST O A K  R T T A   L O E F  S T  A H N E  D P  N R O OJ V E E C LS T    G OF U   T F E O N N B T E A R IN G E, V10 *** This eBook was produced by David Widger <[e-mail]>

T D H E  E L  T A  A F L O E N S T  A AI N N D E  NOVELS OF J. Volume 10.           Contains:             The Two Friends             The Country Justice             Alice Sick             The Kiss Returned             Sister Jane             An Imitation of Anacreon             Another Imitation of Anacreon THE TWO FRIENDS           AXIOCHUS, a handsome youth of old,           And Alcibiades, (both gay and bold,)           So well agreed, they kept a beauteous belle,           With whom by turns they equally would dwell.           IT happened, one of them so nicely played,           The fav'rite lass produced a little maid,           Which both extolled, and each his own believed,           Though doubtless one or t'other was

deceived.           BUT when to riper years the bantling grew,           And sought her mother's foot-steps to pursue,           Each friend desired to be her chosen swain,           And neither would a parent's name retain.           SAID one, why brother, she's your very shade;           The features are the same-:-your looks pervade.           Oh no, the other cried, it cannot be           Her chin, mouth, nose, and eyes, with your's agree;           But that as 'twill, let me her favours win,           And for the pleasure I will risk the sin. J T U H S E  T C IC O E UNTRY           TWO lawyers to their cause so well

adhered,           A country justice quite confused appeared,           By them the facts were rendered so obscure           With which the truth remained he was not .erus           At length, completely tired, two straws he sought           Of diff'rent lengths, and to the parties brought.           These in his hand he held:—the plaintiff werd           (So fate decreed) the shortest of the two.           On this the other homeward took his way,           To boast how nicely he had gained the day.           THE bench complained: the magistrate replied           Don't blame I pray—'tis nothing new I've tried;           Courts often judge at hazard in the law,           Without deciding by the longest straw. ALICE SICK

          SICK, Alice grown, and fearing dire event,           Some friend advised a servant should be tnes           Her confessor to bring and ease her mind;—           Yes, she replied, to see him I'm inclined;           Let father Andrew instantly be sought:—           By him salvation usually I'm taught.           A MESSENGER was told, without delay,           To take, with rapid steps, the convent way;           He rang the bell—a monk enquired his ,eman           And asked for what, or whom, the fellow .emac           I father Andrew want, the wight replied,           Who's oft to Alice confessor and guide:           With Andrew, cried the other, would you speak?           If that's the case, he's far enough to seek;           Poor man! he's left us for the regions blessed,           And has in Paradise ten years confessed.

THE KISS RETURNED           AS WILLIAM walking with his wife was seen,           A man of rank admired her lovely mien.           Who gave you such a charming fair? he cried,           May I presume to kiss your beauteous bride?           With all my heart, replied the humble swain,           You're welcome, sir:—I beg you'll not refrain;           She's at your service: take the boon, I pray;           You'll not such offers meet with ev'ry day.                                         T T o H   E g   e g t  e a n   t k l i e s m s, a  a n l   o p n ro e  c h e e e   d h e a d d     a a s s   p d ir e e si d r ; ed;                                         S Th o  a f t e   r P v e e tr nt o l n y  e h ll o a  w b e l ' u e s r h  h e e d     p a r t  e e s v s 'r e y d     s h ip e . r lip,           SEVEN days had scarcely run, when to his ,smra           The other took a wife with seraph charms;           And William was allowed to have a kiss,           That filled his soul with soft ecstatick bliss.           Cried he, I wish, (and truly I am grieved)           That when the gentleman a kiss received,           From her I love, he'd gone to greater height,           And with my Petronella passed the night.

SISTER JANE           WHEN Sister Jane, who had produced a child,           In prayer and penance all her hours beguiled           Her sister-nuns around the lattice pressed;           On which the abbess thus her flock addressed:           Live like our sister Jane, and bid adieu           To worldly cares:—have better things in .weiv                                        Y W E h S e , n  t   h w e e y     w r i e th p   li l e o d v , e     w h e a   v s e a   g e e q   u li a k l e ly     h b e e r  e s n h  f a r ll e  b e. e,

A A N N  A IM C I R T E A O TI N ON OF           PAINTER in Paphos and Cythera famed                                         T D h e o pi u c   t h ,  a I  st p   r n a o y t ,     s th e e e   n a  t b h s e e   n lo t  v Ir e i l s y '    f n a y c m e. ph I've named;                                        T F h or e     t b h e y t   t in er s   t f r o u r c  t ti h o y n     p h e e a r  c t e r . a — ns T c h e e n n d   e w n il t l    I g   r tr a a c c e e .                                         T B a e k gi e n  t   h w e it n h     t li h ly e     w L h o i v te e   s a  a n n d  d b   l G u r s a hi c n e g s  r … o   s B e u , t what doog           Words, idle words? for Beauty's Goddess dluoc                                         T B h y  e I   ri s s e   c b r e e   t r   e fr p a la u c d e — d, t   h n e o ir r     g o r n a e c   e s   u s p o p  e o q se ual shows.                                        T O h f  o th u  e a   t s   a C m yt e h  I e r r is a    c V o e u n l u d s s   t f ,  o a r t  m P  a a n p e ho w. s too, ANOTHER IMITATION

OF ANACREON           PRONE, on my couch I calmly slept           Against my wont. A little child           Awoke me as he gently crept           And beat my door. A tempest wild           Was raging-dark and cold the night.           "Have pity on my naked plight,"           He begged, "and ope thy door".—"Thy name?"           I asked admitting him.—"The same           "Anon I'll tell, but first must dry           "My weary limbs, then let me try           "My mois'ened bow."—Despite my fear           The hearth I lit, then drew me near           My guest, and chafed his fingers cold.           "Why fear?" I thought. "Let me be bold           "No Polyphemus he; what harm           "In such a child?—Then I'll be calm!"           The playful boy drew out a dart,           Shook his fair locks, and to my heart           His shaft he launch'd.—"Love is my name,"           He thankless cried, "I hither came           "To tame thee. In thine ardent pain           "Of Cupid think and young Climene."—           "Ah! now I know thee, little scamp,           "Ungrateful, cruel boy! Decamp!"           Cupid a saucy caper cut,           Skipped through the door, and as it shut,           "My bow," he taunting cried, "is sound,           "Thy heart, poor comrade, feels the wound."