Idyllists of the Country Side: Being Six Commentaries Concerning Some of Those who Have Apostrophized the Joys of the Open AirDodd, Mead, 1895 - Всего страниц: 263 |
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... least have received but a passing glance . It was deemed , moreover , that a grouping of those who have written most pleasingly of the Country - Side , together with comparative refer- ences to their scope and method , would prove of ...
... least have received but a passing glance . It was deemed , moreover , that a grouping of those who have written most pleasingly of the Country - Side , together with comparative refer- ences to their scope and method , would prove of ...
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... least no prose - writer had referred to it with the unbounded love with which he has invested the theme in his sprightly dissertation . And not unlike Selborne , its immortality is largely due to its simple style and freshness . In both ...
... least no prose - writer had referred to it with the unbounded love with which he has invested the theme in his sprightly dissertation . And not unlike Selborne , its immortality is largely due to its simple style and freshness . In both ...
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... least ; The southern wind is counted best of all ; Then that which riseth where the sun doth fall . " Indeed , with Dame Julyans , Dennys , and Walton alone , if in first editions , the bib- liophile might afford to let the rest of the ...
... least ; The southern wind is counted best of all ; Then that which riseth where the sun doth fall . " Indeed , with Dame Julyans , Dennys , and Walton alone , if in first editions , the bib- liophile might afford to let the rest of the ...
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... least , the world was centred at the water - side ; and what with pretty milkmaids and hostesses , and the allurements of the sport itself , he was more content than Omar , and his joys as unfailing as those set forth in the carol of ...
... least , the world was centred at the water - side ; and what with pretty milkmaids and hostesses , and the allurements of the sport itself , he was more content than Omar , and his joys as unfailing as those set forth in the carol of ...
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... least convey Walton's innocent pleasantry and unfailing good- humour to the water - side , and thus extract a keener enjoyment from the manifold delights of Nature , and the practice of the Sport itself . GILBERT WHITE'S PASTORAL ...
... least convey Walton's innocent pleasantry and unfailing good- humour to the water - side , and thus extract a keener enjoyment from the manifold delights of Nature , and the practice of the Sport itself . GILBERT WHITE'S PASTORAL ...
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Стр. 152 - There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not: The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid.
Стр. 259 - Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea ; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For, lo ! my own shall come to me.
Стр. 47 - When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm; Acorns ripe down-pattering, While the autumn breezes sing.
Стр. 68 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair dell or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Стр. 20 - Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t" embrace, And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or worse, in war and wantonness. Let them that list these pastimes still pursue, And on such pleasing fancies feed their fill ; So I the fields and meadows green may view, And daily by fresh rivers walk at will Among the daisies and the violets blue, Red hyacinth and yellow daffodil, Purple narcissus like the morning rays, Pale gander-grass and azure culver-keys.
Стр. 217 - tis, and scrupulous care, To place my gains beyond the reach of tides, Each smoother pebble, and each shell more rare, Which ocean kindly to my hand confides.
Стр. 55 - Amusive birds ! — say where your hid retreat When the frost rages and the tempests beat ; Whence your return, by such nice instinct led, When spring, soft season, lifts her bloomy head ? Such baffled searches mock man's prying pride, The GOD of NATURE is your secret guide...
Стр. 201 - ... for men. It is a sound admirably suited to swamps and twilight woods which no day illustrates, suggesting a vast and undeveloped nature which men have not recognized. They represent the stark twilight and unsatisfied thoughts which all have. All day the sun has shone on the surface of some savage swamp, where the single spruce stands hung with usnea lichens, and small hawks circulate above, and the...
Стр. 259 - And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray,. Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years ; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And garner up its fruit of tears.
Стр. 9 - Sometimes an angler comes, and drops his hook Within its hidden depths, and 'gainst a tree Leaning his rod, reads in some pleasant book, Forgetting soon his pride of fishery ; And dreams, or falls asleep, While curious fishes peep About his nibbled bait, or scornfully Dart off and rise and leap.