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In rivers deep, whose muddy bed, With water-plouts is overspread,
The carp and barbel found : Whilst still alike iu stream or mere, In muddy pools or waters clear,
The eel and tench abound. To take the salmon in its pride, The Welsh or Scottish rivers seek, Where, with its dappled sides so sleek,. It swims the monarch of the tide. Or, if the gray trout you would take, Go seek the side of some lone lake, Like Coniston or Windermere, Or Derwent, with its waters clear ; Or up some mountain-side ascending, Meet the hill-stream swift descending; Bounding on through dingles drear, O'erhung with hazel, birch, and heather, With mingling ivy twined together.
Still passing rapid, deep, and clear, There myriads of trout you'll find, A small, but more delicious kind.
Such are my rules, and such my sport, Which health and happiness still give,
When you no more the world shall court, But 'mid retired enjoyments live. |
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London, 1820. |
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