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In lakes where the dull waters ever sleep, 



You perches,* bleaks, and salmon-trout, f may keep, 



Who 



" Of the meruayles and wondres of Wales. 



Ther ben hylles in snowdonye 



That ben wonderly hye j 



With heyght as grete awaye, 



As a man maye go a daye : 



And kete eriri on Walsshe, 



Snowy hylles in Englysshe : 



In these hylles ther is 



Leese inough for all beestes of Walig. 



The hylles on coppe beres, 



Two grete fysshe weres ; 



Conteyned in that one ponde, 



Meueth with the vvynde an Ilonde, 



As though it dyde swymme, 



And neyheth to the brymme : 



So that heerdes haue grete wonder, 



And wene y*. the worlde meueth vnder. 



In that other is perche and fysshe, 



And eueryche one eyed is." Pjlychromcon. 



Extract from lines on taking a salmon, 1787. 

 " O bliss divine ! 



A salmon flound'ring at ray line ! 

 Sullen, at first he sinks to ground, 

 Or rolls in circles round and round ; 

 Till, more inflamed, he plunging, sweeps, 

 And from the shallows seeks the deeps j 

 Thea bends the rod, the winch then iings, 

 As Jown the stream he headlong springsj 

 But, turned with fiercer rage, he boils, 

 And tries indignant all his wiles j 

 Yet vainly tries, his courage flown, 

 And al! his mighty powers gone, 

 I wind him up with perfect er.se, 

 Or here, or there, or where I please 5 

 Till quite exhausted now he grows, 

 And now his silver sides he shews j 

 Nor one faint effort more he tries, 

 But near my feet a captive liesj 



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