On The High Price Of Fish.

Cocoa-nut naught,
Fish too dear,
None must be bought
For us that are here:


No lobster on earth,
That ever I saw,
To me would be worth
Sixpence a claw.


So, dear madam, wait
Till fish can be got
At a reasnable rate,
Whether lobster or not;


Till the French and the Dutch
Have quitted the seas,
And then send as much
And as oft as you please.

William Cowper

William Cowper was an English poet and hymnodist known for his contributions to English literature and the Evangelical revival of the 18th century. He suffered from periods of severe depression and mental illness, which influenced much of his work. Despite his struggles, Cowper produced notable works including 'Olney Hymns' in collaboration with John Newton and 'The Task,' which gained considerable popularity. His poetry is often characterized by its introspective, religious, and sometimes melancholic themes.

William Cowper

Pleading For And With Youth.

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On Receiving Heynes Virgil From Mr. Hayley.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

Prayer For Children.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

The Lily And The Rose.

William Cowper, Simple Poetry

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Come buy my fine wares,
Plums, apples, and pears.
A hundred a penny,
In conscience too many:
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The Angler's Farewell.

"Resigned, I kissed the rod."


Well! I think it is time to put up!
For it does not accord with my notions,
Wrist, elbow, and chine,
Stiff from throwing the line,
To take nothing at last by my motions!

I ground-bait my way as I go,
And dip in at each watery dimple;
But however I wish
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To my gentle they will not play simple!

Though my float goes so swimmingly on,
My bad luck never seems to diminish;
It would seem that the Bream
Must be scarce in the stream,
And the Chub, tho' it's chubby, be thinnish!

Not a Trout there can be in the place,
Not a Grayling or Rud worth the mention,
And although at my hook
With attention I look,
I can ne'er see my hook with a

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To The Immortal Memory Of The Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April 26, 1784.

Where hast thou floated, in what seas pursued
Thy pastime? when wast thou an egg new spawnd,
Lost in the immensity of oceans waste?
Roar as they might, the overbearing winds
That rockd the deep, thy cradle, thou wast safe
And in thy minikin and embryo state,
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Didst outlive tempests, such as wrung and rackd
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The Fisherman's Feast.

Of all the gracious gifts of Spring,
Is there another can safely surpass
This delicate, voluptuous thing--
This dapple-green, plump-shouldered bass?
Upon a damask napkin laid,
What exhalations superfine
Our gustatory nerves pervade,
Provoking quenchless thirsts for wine.

The ancients loved this noble fish,
And, coming from the kitchen fire
All piping hot upon a dish,
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"Fish should swim twice," they used to say--
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You understand? Fetch on the wine!

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Pity For Poor Africans.

Video meliora proboque,
Deteriora sequor.


I own I am shockd at the purchase of slaves,
And fear those who buy them and sell them are knaves;
What I hear of their hardships, their tortures, and groans,
Is almost enough to draw pity from stones.


I pity them greatly, but I must be mum,
For how could we do without sugar and rum?
Especially sugar, so needful we see?
What, give up our desserts, our coffee, and tea!


Besides, if we do, the French, Dutch, and Danes
Will heartily thank us, no doubt, for our pains;
If we do not buy the poor creatures, they will,
And tortures and groans will be multiplied still.


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