The clumsy kitchen clock, too, click’d,
A certain sign it was not down.
More strong and strong her terrors rose;—
Her shadow did the maid appal;—
She tremble’d at her lovely nose,—
It look’d so long against the wall.
Up to her chamber, damp and cold,
She climb’d Lord Hoppergollop’s stair;—
Three stories high—long, dull, and old,—
As great Lords’ stories often are.