Book I: The Two Mules

Jean de La Fontaine (1621–1695), translated by Elizur Wright · 1841

iambic tetrameter · AABBCCDDEFFECCGHHGIJJI · 22 lines · from The Fables of La Fontaine

Two mules were bearing on their backs,One, oats; the other, silver of the tax.The latter glorying in his load,March'd proudly forward on the road;And, from the jingle of his bell,'Twas plain he liked his burden well.But in a wild-wood glenA band of robber menRush'd forth upon the twain.Well with the silver pleased,They by the bridle seizedThe treasure-mule so vain.Poor mule! in struggling to repelHis ruthless foes, he fellStabb'd through; and with a bitter sighing,He cried, 'Is this the lot they promised me?My humble friend from danger free,While, weltering in my gore, I'm dying?''My friend,' his fellow-mule replied,'It is not well to have one's work too high.If thou hadst been a miller's drudge, as I,Thou wouldst not thus have died.'

Words in this poem

backs n.
Among leather dealers, the thickest and stoutest tanned hides.
jingle v. i.
To sound with a fine, sharp, rattling, clinking, or tinkling sound; as, sleigh bells jingle. [OE. gingelen, ginglen; prob. akin to E. chink; cf. also E. jangle.]
twain a.
Two;- nearly obsolete in common discourse, but used in poetry and burlesque. [OE. twein, tweien, tweyne, AS. twegen, masc. See Two.]
ruthless a.
Having no ruth; cruel; pitiless.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Book I: The Two Mules is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Fables of La Fontaine, Project Gutenberg ebook #7241, the Elizur Wright translation; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Jean de La Fontaine, Book I: The Two Mules, in The Fables of La Fontaine (1841), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #7241, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/la-fontaine-fables/1-4.html, id L28214.

Form and metre

Book I: The Two Mules is 22 lines in a single stanza. It rhymes AABBCCDDEFFECCGHHGIJJI. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic tetrameter.

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 AABBCCDDEFFECCGHHGIJJI backsA · taxA · loadB · roadB · bellC · wellC · glenD · menD · twainE · pleasedF · seizedF · vainE · repelC · fellC · sighingG · meH · freeH · dyingG · repliedI · highJ · iJ · diedI
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Two mules were bearing on their backs,8···/˘···
One, oats; the other, silver of the tax.10···/˘/˘···
The latter glorying in his load,8·/˘/˘···
March'd proudly forward on the road;8·/˘/˘···
And, from the jingle of his bell,8···/˘···
'Twas plain he liked his burden well.8·····/˘·
But in a wild-wood glen6······
A band of robber men6···/˘·
Rush'd forth upon the twain.6······
Well with the silver pleased,6···/˘·
They by the bridle seized6···/˘·
The treasure-mule so vain.6·/˘···
Poor mule! in struggling to repel8···/˘·˘/
His ruthless foes, he fell6·/˘···
Stabb'd through; and with a bitter sighing,9·····/˘/˘
He cried, 'Is this the lot they promised me?10·······/˘·
My humble friend from danger free,8·/˘··/˘·
While, weltering in my gore, I'm dying?'9·/˘····/˘
'My friend,' his fellow-mule replied,8···/˘·˘/
'It is not well to have one's work too high.10··········
If thou hadst been a miller's drudge, as I,10·····/˘···
Thou wouldst not thus have died.'6······

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