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The primrose in the shade 

 Unfolds his dewy bosom. 



" The lavrock's in the sky, 

 And on the heath the plover, 



The bee upon the thyme, 

 The swallow skimming over." 



Springtide so loved of fishermen alas, that such 

 joys should end ! 



" Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, 

 The bridal of the earth and sky, 

 Sweet dews shall weep thy fall to-night, 



For thou must die." 



Armstrong, in his " Art of Preserving Health/' 

 thus writes : 



" But if the breathless chase o'er hill and dale 

 Exceed your strength, a sport of less fatigue, 

 Not less delightful, the prolific stream 

 Affords. The crystal rivulet that o'er 

 A stony channel rolls its rapid surge 

 Swarms with the silver fry. 



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Oft traced with patient steps thy fairy banks 



With the well-imitated fly to hook 



The eager trout, and with the slender line 



And yielding rod solicit to the shore 



The struggling panting prey while vernal clouds 



And tepid gales obscured the ruffled pool, 



And from the deeps call'd forth the wanton swarms. 



Form'd on the Samian school, or those of Ind 



