Moonlight The Doge's daughter: Ariadne: Carmen Britannicum, or The song of Britain: Angelica, or The rape of Proteus: By Edward, Lord Thurlow |
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A SECOND ANGLER'S SONG.
When the sun is shining low,
From our easy sport we go,
Our kettle full of fish:
And, having thought the golden day,
Through the meads we take our way,
In haste to dress our dish:
From our easy sport we go,
Our kettle full of fish:
And, having thought the golden day,
Through the meads we take our way,
In haste to dress our dish:
Whether it barbel be, or pike,
Or trout, or silver eel belike,
Or perch, or grayling free,
Or bream, or carp, or tench, or bleak,
Or gudgeons, we in shallows seek,
Or roach, or dace it be:
Or trout, or silver eel belike,
Or perch, or grayling free,
Or bream, or carp, or tench, or bleak,
Or gudgeons, we in shallows seek,
Or roach, or dace it be:
A cup, well stirr'd with rosemary,
A health, to Madge too pledged free,
A song of harmless love,
Sheets, neatly kept in lavender,
May each day of the calendar
These simple blessings prove.
A health, to Madge too pledged free,
A song of harmless love,
Sheets, neatly kept in lavender,
May each day of the calendar
These simple blessings prove.
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Before the fire we sit, and sing,
Content and happy as a king,
When winds of autumn blow,
Employ'd upon our gentle themes;
'Till Spring unbind the frozen streams,
And then to fish we go:
Content and happy as a king,
When winds of autumn blow,
Employ'd upon our gentle themes;
'Till Spring unbind the frozen streams,
And then to fish we go:
With morn unto the dewy meads,
Where the herd contented feeds,
Tracing our steps again:
What fortune can be like to this?
Then let the wise partake our bliss,
The fools at court remain.
Where the herd contented feeds,
Tracing our steps again:
What fortune can be like to this?
Then let the wise partake our bliss,
The fools at court remain.
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