Poem by Thomas Hood

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. 

1. Stanzas (Is there a bitter pang for love removed)
2. To Fancy
3. Sonnet (By ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts)
4. The Two Peacocks of Bedfont
5. Sonnet for the 14th of February

Print

1924 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version