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As much as I adore the sea

and poetry about the sea, ocean, lakes and water,

I also love all kinds of poetry.

This page is dedicated to my favourite poems.

And they are not necessarily water related.

I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

 

The Tiger

 

William Blake. 1757–1827

 

TIGER, tiger, burning bright  

In the forests of the night,  

What immortal hand or eye  

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?  

 

In what distant deeps or skies         

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?  

On what wings dare he aspire?  

What the hand dare seize the fire?  

 

And what shoulder and what art  

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?  

And when thy heart began to beat,  

What dread hand and what dread feet?  

 

What the hammer? what the chain?  

In what furnace was thy brain?  

What the anvil? What dread grasp  

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?  

 

When the stars threw down their spears,  

And water'd heaven with their tears,  

Did He smile His work to see?  

Did He who made the lamb make thee?  

 

Tiger, tiger, burning bright  

In the forests of the night,  

What immortal hand or eye  

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

 

 

 

The Owl and the Pyssy-cat

Edward Lear

  

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

    In a beautiful pea green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

    Wrapped up in a five pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

    And sang to a small guitar,

'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,

      What a beautiful Pussy you are,

          You are,

          You are!

What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

 

II

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!

    How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

    But what shall we do for a ring?'

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

    To the land where the Bong-tree grows

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

    With a ring at the end of his nose,

          His nose,

          His nose,

With a ring at the end of his nose

 

III

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

    Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'

So they took it away, and were married next day

    By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

    Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

    They danced by the light of the moon,

          The moon,

          The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.

 

 

 


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