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He makes a May-fly to a miracle, and furnishes the whole country with angle-rods.
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That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never can recapture The first fine careless rapture.
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And later on, the cuckoo is first heard down this glade, gleefully
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till June renders her hoarse, and the clear note becomes
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Cuck-cuckoo! Cuck-cuck-cuckoo! and endless is the harsh iteration if another of her family answer the challenge. Peering carefully round a thicket, too, may be seen the waterhen, proudly tempting her black brood to cross the stream for the first time; or haply a wild duck, that has sat on her eggs till the angler's foot almost touches her, flaps suddenly her wings, and skims under the overhanging alders. If the fisherman be an observant lover of nature, these and the like country sights and sounds will bring him great contentment even though he take no fish. And so speaks Dame Juliana Berners, in her
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Treatyse of Fysshynge with an Angle --one of the quaintest productions of early English literature:--
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Atte the best he hath his holsom walk and merry at his ease, a swete ayre of the swete savoure of the meede flowres: that makyth hym hungry. He hereth the melodyous armony of fowles. He seeth the yonge swannes, heerons, duckes, cotes, and many other foules wyth theyr brodes. And yf the angler take fysshe, surely thenne is there noo man merier than he is in his spyryte.