Friendship, as love, is but a name,
Save in a concentrated flame;
And thus, in friendships, who depend
On more than one, find not one friend.
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that poor rabbit..the neat thing about is that while the hare was talking to the other barnyard animals its sent and footprints mingled with the others..the hounds would have had problems following it then..smart bunny! ! ! too bad the poet didn't write a concluding stanza..good poem..
.................a well thought out poem.....is friendship real or only another dream....
first stanza worth of dying immensity a poem that teaces many thing lovely poem
This seems a cynical attitude towards friendship, but it must be remembered that the hare was facing a terrible foe. How many Germans helped their friends out when the Gestapo came for them?
All are friends! But who is real friend? It reminds me of a friend in need is a friend in deed! The poem of John Gay very well depicts this moral truth!
WoW! ! ! Thanks PH has published John Gay's poems here....he did more to literature more like William Shakespeare.
in life one finds friends abound but none will save one from the hound rely on no one trust no one and it follows you wont get done a l
What a well-written expose of the value of professed friendship