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ON ANGLING. 211 |
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Wheie ye wile wi' meikle skill
The braw trouties frae the Till, To pleasure baith and to feed ye O ;—
Here's the lads of Cheviot side !
Here's of anglers all the pride,— My Glendale friend, Will Reedy O !
1833. Stephen Oliver. |
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ANGLING.
As in successive course the seasons roll,
So circling pleasures recreate the soul ;
When genial Spring a living warmth bestows,
And o'er the year her verdant mantle throws,
No swelling inundation hides the ground,
But crystal currents glide within their bounds ;
The finny brood their wonted haunts forsake,
Float in the sun, and skim along the lake;
With frequent leap they range the shallow streams,
Their silver coats reflect the dazzling beams,
Now let the fisherman his toils prepare,
And arm himself with every wat'ry snare ;
His hooks, his lines peruse, and careful eye,
Increase his tackle, and his rod re-tie.
Gay. |
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