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Thomas Hood (Томас Гуд (Худ))


Allegory


I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;
Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.
I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment,
With yellow body and the wheels of red,
Because it was only used for one employment,
Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.
I had a wife, her nickname was Delight:
A son called Frolic, who was never still:
Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright!
Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill,
Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite,
And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine's Hill. 



Thomas Hood's other poems:
  1. The Boy at the Nore
  2. The Departure of Summer
  3. Ballad (She's up and gone, the graceless girl)
  4. To My Daughter on Her Birthday
  5. Sonnet for the 14th of February


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