In genial Spring, beneath the quiv'ring shade, Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead, The patient fisher takes his silent strand, Intent, his angle trembling in his hand: With looks unmov'd, he hopes the scaly breed, And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed. –Alexander Pope (1688–1744) |
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