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ON ANGLING. 261
In gardens and in marshy fields, The lob-worms their slow length unfold, Whilst glittering bright with burnish'd gold,
The brandling small the dunghill yields; These form the best of bait, though still Of other various kinds are found ; The caddis lives in every rill, The beetle loves the sunny hill, And black snail seeks a moister ground, In carrion grubs and gentles breed, Beneath the tree, rots ash-bobs feed ;
Whilst during all the summer-time, O'er every water's seen to play,
Myriads of insects in their prime, That glitter in the sunny ray, In all their colours bright and gay, 'Till victims to the scaly foe, That plunges from the lake below.
In rapid rivers near the sea.
The salmon loves to sport ; The grazling, perch, and trout we see,
To gentler streams resort ; In sluggish waters, deep and still, Or near some weir, or by some mill,
The pike delights to hide ; And in the gently-winding stream, The gudgeon, roach, the chub, and bream,
And dace, and roach reside. |
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