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1850–1894

The careful angler chose his nook...

Robert Louis Stevenson

The careful angler chose his nook At morning by the lilied brook, And all the noon his rod he plied By that romantic riverside.

Soon as the evening hours decline Tranquilly he'll return to dine, And, breathing forth a pious wish, Will cram his belly full of fish.

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