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To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut

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LibriVox volunteers bring you 10 recordings of To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April 26, 1784 by William Cowper. This was the Fortnightly Poetry project for May 29, 2011.

William Cowper is attributed with various familiar quotations, one is..
GOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Olney Hymns (1779)--'Light Shining out of Darkness' (0 hr 19 min)

Chapters

To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April…

1:48

Read by Amy Gramour

To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April…

1:59

Read by Bob Gonzalez

To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April…

1:49

Read by CalmDragon

To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April…

1:53

Read by David Lawrence

To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April…

2:01

Read by Algy Pug

To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April…

1:52

Read by Jason Mills

To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April…

1:38

Read by PhantomBlot

To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April…

1:45

Read by Laurie Anne Walden

To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April…

2:17

Read by Leonard Wilson (1930-2024)

To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April…

2:13

Read by ravenotation

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text of the poem follows:

(4 Sterne)

WHERE hast thou floated, in what seas pursu'd Thy pastime? When wast thou an egg new spawn'd, Lost in the immensity of ocean's waste? Roar as they might, the overbearing winds That rock'd the deep, thy cradle, thou wast safe-- And in thy minikin and embryo state, Attach'd to the firm leaf of some salt weed, Didst outlive tempests, such as wrung and rack'd The joints of many a stout and gallant bark, And whelm'd them in the unexplor'd abyss. Indebted to no magnet and no chart, Nor under guidance of the polar fire, Thou wast a voyager on many coasts, Grazing at large in meadows submarine, Where flat Batavia just emerging peeps Above the brine,--where Caledonia's rocks Beat back the surge,--and where Hibernia shoots Her wondrous causeway far into the main. --Wherever thou hast fed, thou little thought'st, And I not more, that I should feed on thee. Peace, therefore, and good health, and much good fish, To him who sent thee! and success, as oft As it descends into the billowy gulf, To the same drag that caught thee!--Fare thee well! Thy lot thy brethern of the slimy fin Would envy, could they know that thou wast doom'd To feed a bard, and to be prais'd in verse. William Cowper