The complete poetical works of Thomas Hood Edited, with notes by Walter Jerrold |
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STANZAS COMPOSED IN A SHOWER-BATH |
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STANZAS COMPOSED IN A SHOWER-BATH
‘Drip, drip, drip—there's nothing here but dripping.’
—Remorse, by Coleridge.
Trembling, as Father Adam stood
To pull the stalk, before the Fall,
So I stand here, before the Flood,
On my own head the shock to call:
How like our predecessor's luck!
'Tis but to pluck—but needs some pluck!
To pull the stalk, before the Fall,
So I stand here, before the Flood,
On my own head the shock to call:
How like our predecessor's luck!
'Tis but to pluck—but needs some pluck!
Still thoughts of gasping like a pup
Will paralyse the nervous pow'r;
Now hoping it will yet hold up,
Invoking now the tumbling show'r;—
But, ah! the shrinking body loathes,
Without a parapluie or clothes!
Will paralyse the nervous pow'r;
Now hoping it will yet hold up,
Invoking now the tumbling show'r;—
But, ah! the shrinking body loathes,
Without a parapluie or clothes!
‘Expect some rain about this time!’
My eyes are seal'd, my teeth are set—
But where's the Stoic so sublime
Can ring unmov'd, for wringing wet?
Of going hogs some folks talk big—
Just let them try the whole cold pig!
My eyes are seal'd, my teeth are set—
But where's the Stoic so sublime
Can ring unmov'd, for wringing wet?
Of going hogs some folks talk big—
Just let them try the whole cold pig!
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