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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... things differently , and mirrors impressions from a variant point of view . Indeed , many striking characteristics of the authors under consideration have not been touched upon by their commentators , or at least have received but a ...
... things differently , and mirrors impressions from a variant point of view . Indeed , many striking characteristics of the authors under consideration have not been touched upon by their commentators , or at least have received but a ...
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... things now strangers with many authors ; " and in the writing of each , a recreation was " made of a recreation . " No sport embraces so extensive a litera- ture or has been so enthusiastically con- sidered as that which descants upon ...
... things now strangers with many authors ; " and in the writing of each , a recreation was " made of a recreation . " No sport embraces so extensive a litera- ture or has been so enthusiastically con- sidered as that which descants upon ...
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... thing ; an inviting writer on the subject , sufficiently conversant with it to speak with authority , is quite another . matter . The two qualities are rarely com- bined ; and one may well spare Walton in the former respect , in view of ...
... thing ; an inviting writer on the subject , sufficiently conversant with it to speak with authority , is quite another . matter . The two qualities are rarely com- bined ; and one may well spare Walton in the former respect , in view of ...
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... things as he finds them chronicled by Gesner and other " great and industrious searchers into the secrets of Nature , " with- out troubling himself whether they are absolutely worthy of credence or not . This spirit is the thyme and ...
... things as he finds them chronicled by Gesner and other " great and industrious searchers into the secrets of Nature , " with- out troubling himself whether they are absolutely worthy of credence or not . This spirit is the thyme and ...
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... thing , because it left no souve- nirs . So persistently has Walton iterated honesty as a cardinal virtue and concomi- tant of the angler , that the unsuspecting reader might well suppose it were impos- sible to be numbered among the ...
... thing , because it left no souve- nirs . So persistently has Walton iterated honesty as a cardinal virtue and concomi- tant of the angler , that the unsuspecting reader might well suppose it were impos- sible to be numbered among the ...
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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.