The Angler's Song BookGeorge Cox, 1855 - 276 sider |
Fra bogen
Resultater 1-5 af 24
Side xi
... live , and never disagree , When cauld winter is past , Push about the bottle , lads , Broader rivers please us then , 131 · 132 132 · 135 . 136 138 139 140 142 143 · But if the breathless chase o'er hill and dale , Blow , zephyr , and ...
... live , and never disagree , When cauld winter is past , Push about the bottle , lads , Broader rivers please us then , 131 · 132 132 · 135 . 136 138 139 140 142 143 · But if the breathless chase o'er hill and dale , Blow , zephyr , and ...
Side xiv
... lives by the pure river side , On Tweed's fair banks a castle stands , No more the angler's silent trade I ply , O ! Mary , look , how sweetly Spring When smiling felicity warbles her song , We're all a - fishing , fish , fish , fishing ...
... lives by the pure river side , On Tweed's fair banks a castle stands , No more the angler's silent trade I ply , O ! Mary , look , how sweetly Spring When smiling felicity warbles her song , We're all a - fishing , fish , fish , fishing ...
Side 19
... live , and have no drink ? Therefore , my friend , some other method take Of fishing , were it only for our sake . Says Trout , I'm sorry it should be my lot , Ever to disoblige my neighbour Trot ; The fault's not mine , ' tis Fortune ...
... live , and have no drink ? Therefore , my friend , some other method take Of fishing , were it only for our sake . Says Trout , I'm sorry it should be my lot , Ever to disoblige my neighbour Trot ; The fault's not mine , ' tis Fortune ...
Side 28
... Live but undisturb'd and free ; Here , in this despised recess , Would I , maugre winter's cold , And the summer's worst excess , Try to live out to sixty full years old ; And , all the while , Without an envious eye On any thriving ...
... Live but undisturb'd and free ; Here , in this despised recess , Would I , maugre winter's cold , And the summer's worst excess , Try to live out to sixty full years old ; And , all the while , Without an envious eye On any thriving ...
Side 43
... live or dead snap hook , And seldom to the river went , But Pike or Jack I took : Near banks of bulrush , sedge , and reed , ( A dark and windy day , ) And if the Pike were on the feed , I rarely miss'd my prey . If baits are fresh and ...
... live or dead snap hook , And seldom to the river went , But Pike or Jack I took : Near banks of bulrush , sedge , and reed , ( A dark and windy day , ) And if the Pike were on the feed , I rarely miss'd my prey . If baits are fresh and ...
Indhold
1 | |
7 | |
13 | |
19 | |
23 | |
29 | |
35 | |
44 | |
50 | |
56 | |
62 | |
68 | |
74 | |
80 | |
86 | |
92 | |
95 | |
101 | |
107 | |
113 | |
119 | |
125 | |
126 | |
132 | |
189 | |
191 | |
197 | |
203 | |
209 | |
216 | |
222 | |
228 | |
234 | |
240 | |
248 | |
254 | |
263 | |
269 | |
270 | |
Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
Alderman angler bait barbel beam beneath birds bite blow bonnie breath breeze bright brook caught charming cheer creel dace dear deep delight doth dream fair Fal de ral finny fish fisher flies flow flowers frae gentle glee glide green grey gudgeon hand happy Hassan haste heart hill hook Jim Hogg JOHN DENNY lasses look maid merry morning ne'er night o'er old rod pastime pike play prey pride Putney Bridge reel Ri too ral rill rippling river roach roam rod and line round salmon scenes shade side sigh silent trade silver silver side sing smile SONG speckled trout sport spring STEPHEN OLIVER stream streamlet sweet tackle thee There's Therouanne thine THORNVILLE thou throw thy banks tide trees troll trout Turbot Tweed vale Wansbeck waters wave wind wing worm zounds
Populære passager
Side 189 - Nature seem'd in love : The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly : There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.
Side 157 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Side 101 - 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 66 - You see the ways the fisherman doth take To catch the fish ; what engines doth he make ? Behold ! how he engageth all his wits ; Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets...
Side 22 - FAREWELL, thou busy world, and may We never meet again; Here I can eat, and sleep, and pray, And do more good in one short day Than he who his whole age out-wears Upon the most conspicuous theatres, Where nought but vanity and vice appears.
Side 8 - THE ANGLER'S WISH. I in these flowery meads would be ; These crystal streams should solace me ; To whose harmonious, bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice : Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love : Or, on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty ; please. my mind To see sweet dew-drops kiss these flowers, And then...
Side 189 - With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest ; The groves already did rejoice In Philomel's triumphing voice, The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled.
Side 24 - In the artificial night, Your gloomy entrails make, Have I taken, do I take ! How oft, when grief has made me fly, To hide me from society, E'en of my dearest friends, have I, In your recesses...
Side 24 - Here in this despised recess Would I, maugre winter's cold And the summer's worst excess, Try to live out to sixty full years old ! And all the while, Without an envious eye On any thriving under Fortune's smile, Contented live, and then — contented die.
Side 23 - O my beloved nymph, fair Dove, Princess of rivers, how I love Upon thy flowery banks to lie, And view thy silver stream, When gilded by a Summer's beam! And in it all thy wanton fry Playing at liberty, And, with my angle, upon them The all of treachery I ever learned industriously to try!