Spring-tide: Or, The Angler and His FriendsR. Bentley, 1850 - 192 страници |
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... rising a few yards lower down . I'll throw for him . I have him ! quick ! —the landing - net . S. You need not trouble yourself : your friend is small , and not fit for the creel . J. I thought him at first a fine fish . He took the fly ...
... rising a few yards lower down . I'll throw for him . I have him ! quick ! —the landing - net . S. You need not trouble yourself : your friend is small , and not fit for the creel . J. I thought him at first a fine fish . He took the fly ...
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... rising under that bank . Pshaw - I cannot reach him . I cannot cast so far by a full yard . S. Let me try . There I have him . J. Phew ! what a length of line ! and what a fine fish ! He fights nobly , but you have him well in hand . S ...
... rising under that bank . Pshaw - I cannot reach him . I cannot cast so far by a full yard . S. Let me try . There I have him . J. Phew ! what a length of line ! and what a fine fish ! He fights nobly , but you have him well in hand . S ...
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... rising ; the angler will not leave the river with an empty pannier to - day . J. When this fly is on the water , the fish will take no other , I have heard . S. Ask those who told you so if they ever tried . But we will soon put it to ...
... rising ; the angler will not leave the river with an empty pannier to - day . J. When this fly is on the water , the fish will take no other , I have heard . S. Ask those who told you so if they ever tried . But we will soon put it to ...
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... rising at almost every fly cast near them , while the leaves were falling occa- sionally , in consequence of a breeze . Now then , on with a May - fly for " stretcher , " and use a hackle for the " bob . " Well Simon , have you marked a ...
... rising at almost every fly cast near them , while the leaves were falling occa- sionally , in consequence of a breeze . Now then , on with a May - fly for " stretcher , " and use a hackle for the " bob . " Well Simon , have you marked a ...
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... rising , and , if I mistake not , those clouds rising in the south will bring wet with them . There was rain last night , as you will see by the state of this field we are now entering . It is very slippery on this path . What was that ...
... rising , and , if I mistake not , those clouds rising in the south will bring wet with them . There was rain last night , as you will see by the state of this field we are now entering . It is very slippery on this path . What was that ...
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Страница 62 - Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long, barren silence, square with my desire ; To sit without emotion, hope, or aim, In the loved presence of my cottage-fire, And listen to the flapping of the flame, Or kettle whispering its faint undersong.
Страница xvi - It is good in discourse, and speech of conversation, to vary, and intermingle speech of the present occasion with arguments, tales with reasons, asking of questions with telling of opinions, and jest with earnest; for it is a dull thing to tire, and, as we say now, to jade any thing too /far.
Страница 105 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Страница 39 - The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon: Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some show their gaily-gilded trim Quick-glancing to the sun.
Страница 175 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Страница 167 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye winds that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud; and, wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Страница 64 - Be full, ye courts; be great, who will; Search for Peace with all your skill. Open wide the lofty door ; Seek her on the marble floor; In vain you search : she is not there ; In vain ye search the domes of Care.
Страница 32 - Still glides the stream, and shall for ever glide; The Form remains, the Function never dies; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish; — be it so! Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Страница 30 - Go, let the diving negro seek For gems, hid in some forlorn creek : We all pearls scorn, Save what the dewy morn Congeals upon each little spire of grass, Which careless shepherds beat down as they pass : And gold ne'er here appears, Save what the yellow Ceres bears.