James Henry Leigh Hunt

“ That roam'd through the young earth, the glory extreme
Of high Sesostris, and that southern beam.
The laughing queen that caught the world's great hands.
Then comes a mightier silence, stern and strong,
As of a world left empty of its throng,
And the void weighs on us ”

“ YOU strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced, And mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste, And you, all shapes beside, that fishy be,— Some round, some flat, some long, all devilry, Legless, unloving, infamously chaste:— LEIGH HUNT
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights,
What is't ye do? What life lead? ”