TREMBLING, as Father Adam stood To pull the stalk, before the Fall, So stand I 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! "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 @3the whole cold pig!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 26. FIRST LOVE by THOMAS CAMPION AT BETHLEHEM: 3. TO HIS MOTHER by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE HIGH-PRIEST TO ALEXANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE EPITAPH IN FORM OF A BALLAD by FRANCOIS VILLON IN THE FOREST by ELINOR PETERSON ALLEN SUNSET ACROSS THE LAKE by AUGUSTA M. BARNEY AN EASTER OFFERING by NANCY A. BASTON |