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THE FOWLER
With boots of monstrous leg and massy strength,The fowler journeys on his weary way;
With furry cap and gun of monstrous length,
He hunts the reedy forest for his prey.
The timid wild duck vainly hurries by,
And when the wild-goose droves their place proclaim
He stands behind his horse and gathers nigh,
Who scorn to fear and fly from beast so lame.
They plop and hurry from the noises loud;
The wounded whirl and whirl and fall agen;
They make vast slaughter in the varied crowds
That haunt the watery fen;
The others rise and hurry to the clouds
And fly far distant from the haunts of men.
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