Angling: Or how to Angle, and where to Go

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G. Routledge, 1898 - 285 страници
 

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Страница 221 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Страница 197 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Страница 230 - Thou know'st it well, — nor fen, nor sedge, Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink ; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue, Each hill's huge outline you may view...
Страница 235 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Страница 162 - O glide, fair stream! for ever so, Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, Till all our minds for ever flow As thy deep waters now are flowing.
Страница 236 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream ! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source ; No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polish'd pebbles spread ; While, lightly...
Страница 221 - In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Страница 253 - Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene; and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.
Страница 188 - What gars ye rin sae still ? ' Till said to Tweed, ' Though ye rin wi' speed, And I rin slaw, Whar ye droon ae man, I droon twa.
Страница 199 - So that of every kind, the new spawned numerous fry Seem in me as the sands that on my shore do lie. The barbel, than which fish a braver doth not swim, Nor greater for the ford within my spacious brim, Nor (newly taken) more the curious taste doth please The grayling, whose great spawn is big as any pease ; The perch with pricking fins, against the pike prepared, As nature had thereon bestowed this stronger guard, His daintiness to keep (each curoius palate's proof) From his vile ravenous...

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