FEAR fled before a wily Ass that clad In lion's skin his head and shoulders; Though little might the creature had, He frightened all beholders. An ear-tip showing to observant eyes Made plain the sham of his disguise; And straightway Martin set him running. But those still blinded by his cunning Were much amazed his lash should dare Drive back the lion to his lair. How many folks who make a stir in France Remind us daily of the fabled Ass: Vain pomp, alas! The only witness of their valiance. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THAT HE LOOKED NOT UPON HER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE PRISONED IN WINDSOR, HE RECOUNTETH HIS PLEASURE THERE PASSED by HENRY HOWARD SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE FOOL'S PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 1 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 36 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |