Idyllists of the Country Side: Being Six Commentaries Concerning Some of Those who Have Apostrophized the Joys of the Open AirDodd, Mead, 1895 - 263 sider |
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... autumn months . Then , on favourable nights , the largest and most wary fish , which the wiles of the angler are powerless to lure by day , often take the fly , much as old Joseph Blagrave speaks of in his Epitome of the Art of ...
... autumn months . Then , on favourable nights , the largest and most wary fish , which the wiles of the angler are powerless to lure by day , often take the fly , much as old Joseph Blagrave speaks of in his Epitome of the Art of ...
Side 47
... Autumn breezes sing . KEATS : Fancy . EW books of comparatively recent times FEW have obtained greater recognition than the volume presented to the world under the familiar title , The Natural History Of Selborne . To very many who are ...
... Autumn breezes sing . KEATS : Fancy . EW books of comparatively recent times FEW have obtained greater recognition than the volume presented to the world under the familiar title , The Natural History Of Selborne . To very many who are ...
Side 97
... Blandford ; " Kingsbere , " Bere - Regis ; " Anglebury , " Wareham ; " Ivell , " Yeovil . " 99 99 " Endelstow , " where dwelt the fair Elfride " with eyes blue as autumn dis- tance ; 7 The Landscape of Thomas Hardy . 97.
... Blandford ; " Kingsbere , " Bere - Regis ; " Anglebury , " Wareham ; " Ivell , " Yeovil . " 99 99 " Endelstow , " where dwelt the fair Elfride " with eyes blue as autumn dis- tance ; 7 The Landscape of Thomas Hardy . 97.
Side 98
... autumn dis- tance ; blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a September morning " —is the fanciful name for a hamlet near Boscastle on the Cornish coast . The strange scene of the wooing of ...
... autumn dis- tance ; blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a September morning " —is the fanciful name for a hamlet near Boscastle on the Cornish coast . The strange scene of the wooing of ...
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... autumn wood is flushed by the touch of the frost . And this love and fervour are ingrained and innate , the result not of choice , but inheritance , an ancestral gift from some one , it may be of a past century , who has ― lived long ...
... autumn wood is flushed by the touch of the frost . And this love and fervour are ingrained and innate , the result not of choice , but inheritance , an ancestral gift from some one , it may be of a past century , who has ― lived long ...
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amid ancient angler angling autumn baits beauty bees bird blackcap bloom blue bough breeze Burroughs Casterbridge chaffinch Charles Tennyson Turner charm colour Compleat Angler country-side D'Urberville Dorchester Dorset echo Egdon Heath English equally essays fancy favourite fields fish flowers fly-fisher fragrance Gilbert White golden grace grass green haunts hear heath hedgerow hills hour hover idyllist insects Jefferies landscape lark leaves less line of beauty meadows melody musical mystery naturalist Nature never night notes observation ornithologist oven-bird pastoral poet poetic pond possessed referred RICHARD JEFFERIES river river Frome scenes seasons Selborne shade shadows sings soaring song songster sound species spring strain stream summer swallow sweet things Thomas Pennant Thoreau thrush tion trees trout twilight veery village voice Walden Walden Pond walks Walton warble warbler weather Wessex wild willow-wren Wiltshire wind wing winter witch-hazel wood-thrush woods yellow
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.