He greedily fucks in the twining bait, And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat : Now, happy sisherman, now twitch the line I 15; How thy rod bends ! behold, the prize is thine ! Cast on the bank, he dies with gasping pains, And trickling bloodanbsp;...
|Title||:||Poems on Several Occasions: Rural sports. The fan. The shepherd's week. Trivia. The what d'ye call it; a tragi-comi-pastoral farce|