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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... But where the flux is of considerable volume , this means fishing down , and conflicts with the prevail- ing theory held by the modern English crafts- men that one must angle up , to meet with 14 Idyllists of the Country - Side .
... But where the flux is of considerable volume , this means fishing down , and conflicts with the prevail- ing theory held by the modern English crafts- men that one must angle up , to meet with 14 Idyllists of the Country - Side .
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... means of a fly called hippurus , whose size and markings resembled a hornet . " When one of the fish sees the fly float- ing down towards him , he approaches , swim- ming gently under the water , fearing to move the surface lest his ...
... means of a fly called hippurus , whose size and markings resembled a hornet . " When one of the fish sees the fly float- ing down towards him , he approaches , swim- ming gently under the water , fearing to move the surface lest his ...
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... brief . His discourse on the subject proper shows him to have been an all- round angler of no mean ability , if not a conjuror with the fly as well . Despite his accomplishments as an author , a trans- lator , The Wand of Walton . 25.
... brief . His discourse on the subject proper shows him to have been an all- round angler of no mean ability , if not a conjuror with the fly as well . Despite his accomplishments as an author , a trans- lator , The Wand of Walton . 25.
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... means of the fly . And while his directions may not be entirely such as the modern angler would put into practice , they are nevertheless cor- rect on the whole . Night - fishing , as he justly observes , is the most deadly form of ...
... means of the fly . And while his directions may not be entirely such as the modern angler would put into practice , they are nevertheless cor- rect on the whole . Night - fishing , as he justly observes , is the most deadly form of ...
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... means unfrequent in his writings . " The Naturalist's Evening Walk , " with its delightfully pastoral sentiment , speaks for itself , its lines on the instinct that prompts the arrival and departure of the migrants among the feathered ...
... means unfrequent in his writings . " The Naturalist's Evening Walk , " with its delightfully pastoral sentiment , speaks for itself , its lines on the instinct that prompts the arrival and departure of the migrants among the feathered ...
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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.