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20 Ah, then the Younker gives the fatefull twitch; Struck with amaze he feels the hook ypight Deepe in her gills, and, plonging where the beech Shaddows the poole, he runs in dred affright; In vain the deepet rocke, her late delight, In vain the edgy nook for help he tries; The laughing elfe now curbs, now aids her flight, The more entangled till the more he flies, And oon amid the gras the panting captive lies.

Where now, ah pity! where that prightly play, That wanton bounding, and exulting joy, That lately welcomd the retourning ray, When by the rivletts bancks, with bluhes coy, walkd forth—ah! never more to toy In purling treame, he pants, he gaps and dies! Aye me! how like the fortune of the Boy, His days of revel and his nights of noie Have left him now, involvd, his Lemman's haples prize.