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ON ANGLING. |
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And thus the little Angler,
With rod and line and hook, Would shun each noisy wrangler,
To fish the murm'ring brook.
My mind on Trolling now intent,
With live or dead snap hook, And seldom to the river went,
But Pike or Jack I took : Near banks of bulrush, sedge, and reed,
(A dark and windy day,) Aud if the Pike were on the feed,
I rarely miss'd my prey.
If baits are fresh and proper size,
No matter what's the sort, At Gudgeon, Roach, or Dace they'll rise;
With all my turns I've sport. So now a dext'rous Angler,
With rod and line and hook, I shun each noisy wrangler,
To fish the murm'ring brook.
Aud now to cast a fly.line well
Became my chiefest wish, I strove each sportsman to excel,
And cheat the nimble fish ; Now Trout and Grayling I might kill,
(If gloomy was the day,) And salmon, also, at my Mill,
Became an easier prey- |
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