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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Side 31
... hear him tell , with a perfectly sober face , of a river in Arabia of which all sheep that drink have their wool turned to a vermilion colour ; of other waters which being drunk cause madness , some drunkenness , and some laughter to ...
... hear him tell , with a perfectly sober face , of a river in Arabia of which all sheep that drink have their wool turned to a vermilion colour ; of other waters which being drunk cause madness , some drunkenness , and some laughter to ...
Side 38
... hear , " he goes on to say , Roger Ascham - wise ; " but there is a mysterious knack , which , though it be much easier than the Philos- ophers - Stone , yet is not attainable by com- mon capacities , or else lies locked up in the ...
... hear , " he goes on to say , Roger Ascham - wise ; " but there is a mysterious knack , which , though it be much easier than the Philos- ophers - Stone , yet is not attainable by com- mon capacities , or else lies locked up in the ...
Side 57
... hears in woods during clear midsummer days produced by the winnow- ing wings of myriads of midges engaged in the dance of rivalry and love ? To revert to his relation towards Nature , this may perhaps be most fairly outlined by his own ...
... hears in woods during clear midsummer days produced by the winnow- ing wings of myriads of midges engaged in the dance of rivalry and love ? To revert to his relation towards Nature , this may perhaps be most fairly outlined by his own ...
Side 94
... hear ! The road winds onward white and long , And the best of earth is here ! " Although we may not fully agree with the sentiment of the concluding line , the inherent love for one's native land must ― - ever cause one to think his own ...
... hear ! The road winds onward white and long , And the best of earth is here ! " Although we may not fully agree with the sentiment of the concluding line , the inherent love for one's native land must ― - ever cause one to think his own ...
Side 100
... hear above the song of the wind through the bennets , and the vague echoes of accustomed pas- toral life , the clash of armour and oncom- ing tramp of the legions of Vespasian on the neighbouring Via Iceniana . And still , no scene ...
... hear above the song of the wind through the bennets , and the vague echoes of accustomed pas- toral life , the clash of armour and oncom- ing tramp of the legions of Vespasian on the neighbouring Via Iceniana . And still , no scene ...
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amid ancient angler angling autumn baits beauty bees bird blackcap 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 feathered 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 light line of beauty meadows melody musical mystery naturalist Nature never night notes observation ornithologist oven-bird pastoral poet poetic pond 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 water-side 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.