<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Immortal Memory Of The Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April 26, 1784</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where hast thou floated, in what seas pursued<br>Thy pastime? When wast thou an egg new spawned,<br>Lost in the immensity of ocean's waste?<br>Roar as they might, the overbearing winds<br>That rocked the deep, thy cradle, thou wast safe--<br>And in thy minikin and embyro state,<br>Attached to the firm leaf of some salt weed,<br>Didst outlive tempests, such as wrung and racked <br>The joints of many a stout and gallant bark,<br>And whelmed them in the unexplored abyss.<br>Indebted to no magnet and no chart,<br>Nor udner guidance of the polar fire,<br>Thou wast a voyager on many coasts,<br>Grazing at large in meadows submarine,<br>Where flat Batavia just emerging peeps<br>Above the brine,--where Caledonia's rocks<br>Beat back the surge,--and where Hibernia shoots<br>Her wondrous causeway far into the main.<br>--Wherever thou hast fed, thou little thoughtst,<br>And I not more, that I should feed on thee<br>Peace, therefore, and good health, and much good fish,<br>To him who sent thee! -- and success, as oft<br>As it descends into the billowy gulf,<br>To the same dreg that caught thee! -- Fare thee well!<br>Thy lot thy brethren of the slimy fin<br>Would envy, could they know that thou wast doomed<br>To feed a bard, and to be praised in verse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537956" data-title="To The Immortal Memory Of The Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April 26, 1784 de William Cowper" data-description="Where hast thou floated, in what seas pursued Thy pastime? When wast thou an egg new spawned, Lost in the immensity of ocean's waste? Roar as they might, the overbearing winds That rocked the deep, thy cradle, thou wast safe-- And in thy minikin a..."></div> </div> </div>

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