Quotes about harpoon, page 3
The Ballad Of The Oysterman
IT was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side,
His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide;
The daughter of a fisherman, that was so straight and slim,
Lived over on the other bank, right opposite to him.
It was the pensive oysterman that saw a lovely maid,
Upon a moonlight evening, a sitting in the shade;
He saw her wave her handkerchief, as much as if to say,
'I 'm wide awake, young oysterman, and all the folks away.'
Then up arose the oysterman, and to himself said he,
'I guess I 'll leave the skiff at home, for fear that folks should see
I read it in the story-book, that, for to kiss his dear,
Leander swam the Hellespont,--and I will swim this here.'
And he has leaped into the waves, and crossed the shining stream,
And he has clambered up the bank, all in the moonlight gleam;
Oh there were kisses sweet as dew, and words as soft as rain,--
But they have heard her father's step, and in he leaps again!
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poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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Waking in the Blue
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore,
rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head
propped on The Meaning of Meaning.
He catwalks down our corridor.
Azure day
makes my agonized blue window bleaker.
Crows maunder on the petrified fairway.
Absence! My hearts grows tense
as though a harpoon were sparring for the kill.
(This is the house for the "mentally ill.")
What use is my sense of humour?
I grin at Stanley, now sunk in his sixties,
once a Harvard all-American fullback,
(if such were possible!)
still hoarding the build of a boy in his twenties,
as he soaks, a ramrod
with a muscle of a seal
in his long tub,
vaguely urinous from the Victorian plumbing.
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poem by Robert Lowell
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do re me far so lad, tease do best unspoken
prosy candyfloss where slips spill trick
no bechstein tastes contours of yr hand
good taste seizes up, words fail
where the spell breaks, untaken,
where the data sinks, useless,
i fear yr name needs retuning
yr fate is uncertain
a loose place to drown
in-
dentured
to
zero
no spell is at work
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Straight On
Straight on, down a dead end street, down the throat of life's sweet dream
Get swallowed whole by innocence, get eaten by the folks you meet
Straight on like a taser dart, fifty thousand volts of art
Just like a chip inside your head, to tell you when to stop and start
Straight on to the ticking bomb, to big ideas, walk the dog
to myths like our democracy, vote Roland Rat and ditch the lot
Straight on like an open blade, an empty house, a rabbit snare
A window breaking in the night, the words you didn't want to hear,
a moon beam straight into the sun, a bullet from a careless gun
Straight on, with no fashion sense, no goodbyes and no last dance
a marble from a catapult, a quiverful of simple plans
Straight on into life's great wall, right through into life's great fall
Then down the chute and up the drain, recycled into something small
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poem by Jim Hogg
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Between Dark Past and Future Flight
Between dark past and future flight
Effect and Cause we question quite,
rhyme time between midnight and noon
to read, mark, learn, digest this tune.
Soul travels far, ka’s second sight
scouts out from dune to blue lagoon -
with moral codes plays fey buffoon.
Between dark past and future flight
the butterfly finds wings for flight
although, in silk spin knit cocoon,
it knows not dawn from afternoon.
Mind mirage magic may excite
confusing notions – far and soon
merge premonition’s present boon.
Between dark past and future flight
trace space, expand and pace delight ~
from morn till midnight one should learn
to seed born insight, harvest earn,
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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However big the whale may be, the tiny harpoon can rob him of life.
Malawian proverbs
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No matter how big the whale is, a tiny harpoon can kill him.
Malaysian proverbs
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The First Girl On The Moon
She was the first girl on the moon / she didnt compromise /
When she took off that cold afternoon / heading for the northern skies.
I told her I could come / that I could come along.
She was the first girl on the moon / I think I was her only friend /
She brought her raygun, an old harpoon / just in case of accidents.
I told her I could come / that I could come along /
But she didnt let me come along / wave goodbye / wave goodbye.
She was the first girl on the moon / standing tall, flag in hand /
She looked around humming a tune / the strangest song known to man.
I told her I could come / that I could come along /
But she never let me come along / wave goodbye. wave goodbye.
song performed by Roxette
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Clementine
In a cavern down by a canyon
Excavatin' for a mine,
There lived a miner from North Carolina
And his daughter, chubby Clementine.
Now every mornin',hey, just about dawnin'
when the sun began to shine
You know she would rouse up, wake all a dem cows up
And walk 'em down to her Daddy's mine.
She took the foot bridge, way 'cross the water
Though she weighed two-ninety nine.
The old bridge trembled and disassembled
(Oops!) dumped her into the foamy brine.
Hey, crackle like thunder, (ho, ho) she went under
(ho, ho) blowin bubbles (bubble sound) down the line.
Hey, I'm no swimm'a but were she slimm'a
I might'a saved that Clementine.
(Ho) broke the record, way under water
I thought that she was doin' fine.
I wasn't nervous ya until the service
That they held for Clementine.
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song performed by Westlife
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Me & Bobby Mcgee
Busted flat in baton rouge
Headin for the train
Feelin nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
Took us all away to new orleans
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin sad while bobby sang the blues
With those windshield wipers slappin time
And bobby clappin hands we finally
Sung up every song that driver knew
Freedoms just another word
For nothin left to lose
Nothin aint worth nothin
But its free
Feelin good was easy lord
When bobby sang the blues
Feelin good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and bobby mcgee
From the coalmines of kentucky
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song performed by Gordon Lightfoot
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