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ON ANGLING. 9 |
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ON WORM FISHING.
You must not every worm promiscuous use, Judgment will tell the proper baits to choose, The worm that draws a long inunod'rate size, The trout abhores, and the rank morsel flies. And if too small, the naked frauds in sight, And fear forbids while danger does invite. Those baits will best reward the fisher's pains, Whose polish'd tails a shining yellow stains. Cleanse them from filth, to give a tempting gloss, Cherish the sully'd reptile then with moss ; Amid the verdant bed they twine, they toil, And from their bodies wipe their native soil.
Gay. |
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ON ANGLING.
BY POPE
In genial spring, beneath the quiv'rin shade, Where cooling vapours breath along the mead, The patient fisher takes his silent stand, Intent, his angle trembling in his hand; With looks unmov'd he hopes the scaly breed, And eyes the danceing cork, and bending reed. Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-ey'd Perch, with fins of tyrian dye ; The silver Eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow Carp, in scales be-drop'd with gold : Swift Trouts, diversify'd with crimson stains, And Pikes, the tyrant of the watry plains. |
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