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And they gave him a piece of a broiled fish, and of an honeycomb.
And they gave him a piece of a broiled fish, and of an honeycomb.
The great fishpond (the sea).
The great fishpond (the sea).
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was read more
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
But death is sure to kill all he can get
And all is fish with him that comes to read more
But death is sure to kill all he can get
And all is fish with him that comes to net.
"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,
"There's a porpoise close behind us, and read more
"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,
"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my
tail!
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance:
They are waiting on the shingle--will you come and join the
dance?"
Phone for the fish-knives, Norman
As Cook is a little unnerved;
You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes
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Phone for the fish-knives, Norman
As Cook is a little unnerved;
You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes
And I must have things daintily served.
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
But is there anything Beyond?
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
But is there anything Beyond?
Thy neck is a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in
Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: read more
Thy neck is a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in
Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: thy nose is as the tower
Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive,
And finds that by his strength but vainly he read more
Here when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive,
And finds that by his strength but vainly he doth strive;
His tail takes in his teeth, and bending like a bow,
That's to the compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw:
Then springing at his height, as doth a little wand,
That, bended end to end, and flerted from the hand,
Far off itself doth cast. so does the salmon vaut.
And if at first he fail, his second summersaut
He instantly assays and from his nimble ring,
Still yarking never leaves, until himself he fling
Above the streamful top of the surrounded heap.