Poems by Jean de La Fontaine
The Muleteer
... And none that feel--its truths will e'er suspect:THE am'rous muleteer his thoughts employed ...
The Nightingale
... Joy like this Could not suffice, more sterling bliss ...
The Old Man's Calendar
... And only mentioned where the fact was known:OUR lawyer would his fingers sooner burn ...
The Pack-Saddle
... Zounds! said the painter, when he got a sight,-- ...
The Picture
... The picture we've described, more praise 'twould yield ...
The Pitcher
... Her dame would beat and soundly rate her, ...
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba
... Sure love's soft senses were ne'er designed to cloy!THE princess woke, and great surprise expressed ...
The Progress Of Wit
... We'll see, rejoined the priest, that naught you lose ...
The Psalter
... 'TWAS knee-strings, worn, at times, by priests and beaux, ...
The Rhemese
... Has brought him back to sleep, I now divine:OUR two gallants, when dangers round them pressed, ...
The River Scamander
... The gods can nothing spoil! but should they cause ...
The Sick Abbess
... And likewise passed, though much at first she feared ...
The Spectacles
... --speak; So much the worse:--on thee our rage we'll wreak, ...
The Truckers
... Good cheer was there: each dish was served with taste ...
The Two Friends
... Her chin, mouth, nose, and eyes, with your's agree ...
