. The poetical works of James Thomson, James Beattie, Gilbert West, and John Bampfylde. Illustrated by Birket Foster. With biographical notices of the authors . light of Heaven, 420 Soft disengage, and back into the stream The speckled captive 2 throw. But should you lure From his dark haunt, beneath the tangled roots Of pendant trees, the monarch of the brook, Behoves you then to ply your finest art. 425 Long time he, following cautious, scans the fly; And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft The dimpled water speaks his jealous fear. At last, while haply oer the shaded sun Passes a cloud, he
. The poetical works of James Thomson, James Beattie, Gilbert West, and John Bampfylde. Illustrated by Birket Foster. With biographical notices of the authors . light of Heaven, 420 Soft disengage, and back into the stream The speckled captive 2 throw. But should you lure From his dark haunt, beneath the tangled roots Of pendant trees, the monarch of the brook, Behoves you then to ply your finest art. 425 Long time he, following cautious, scans the fly; And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft The dimpled water speaks his jealous fear. At last, while haply oer the shaded sun Passes a cloud, he desperate takes the death, 430 With sullen plunge. At once he darts along, Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line, Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, (1) The usual reading is Their; hut I would venture to propose The. (2) So the editions of 1744 and 17G2 ; other editions propose infant, whichis decidedly less expressive. Mr. Mitford cites this parallel passage :— Ne pereat gens tota, vagas miserere juventEe,Pisciculunique vadis hrereniem tolle; futuraeSpera sobolis, vivumque nova; dimitte paludi. Vaniere, Prcedium P. 12. ft SPRING. 13 The cavernd bank, his old secure abode ; And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, 435 Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage : Till floating broad upon his breathless side, 440 And to his fate abandond, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize. Thus pass the temperate hours : but when the SunShakes from his noon-day throne the scattering clouds,Even shooting listless languor through the deeps ; 445 Then seek the bank where flowering elders crowd,Where scatterd wild the lily of the valeIts balmy essence breathes, where cowslips hangThe dewy head, where purple violets huk,With all the lowly children of the shade: 450 Or lie reclind beneath yon spreading ash,H
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