Amazing monster! that, for aught I know,
With
the first sight of thee didst make our race
For ever stare! 0
flat and shocking face,
Grimly
divided from the breast below!
Thou that
on dry land horribly dost go
With
a split body and most ridiculous pace,
Prong after
prong, disgracer of all grace,
Long-useless-tinned,
haired, upright, unwet, slow!
0 breather of unbreathable, sword-sharp air,
How canst exist?
How bear thyself, thou dry
And
dreary sloth? What particle canst share
Of the only
blessed life, the watery?
I
sometimes see of ye an actual pair
Go by! linked tin
by fin! most odiously.
-Leigh
Hunt
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