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And when fair summer shall diffuse
O'er all her gladd'ning spell,
I'll seek again my wand'ring muse;
Till then, good Friend—farewell.
O'er all her gladd'ning spell,
I'll seek again my wand'ring muse;
Till then, good Friend—farewell.
WRITTENIN THE ALBUM OF A YOUNG LADY VERY FOND OF ANGLING, ON HEARING SHE WAS RECEIVING THE ADDRESSES OF MR. BROOKS.
How is't that you, who were so fond
Of rods, and lines, and hooks,
Have left off fishing in the pond,
To walk beside the "Brooks?"
Of rods, and lines, and hooks,
Have left off fishing in the pond,
To walk beside the "Brooks?"
