Musa PiscatrixJohn Lane, 1896 - 107 sider |
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Side 46
... wander where the bordering reeds O'erlook the muddy stream , whose tangling weeds Perplex the fisher ; I nor choose to bear The thievish nightly net , nor barbed spear . Nor drain I ponds the golden carp to take , Nor troll for pikes ...
... wander where the bordering reeds O'erlook the muddy stream , whose tangling weeds Perplex the fisher ; I nor choose to bear The thievish nightly net , nor barbed spear . Nor drain I ponds the golden carp to take , Nor troll for pikes ...
Side 65
... wandering Through the angler's trysting - tree ? Up , sweet thrushes , tell to me , Is the wind at our willow - tree ? Wind or calm at the trysting - tree ? Sing , sweet thrushes , up and sing ! Wile us with a merry glee , To the ...
... wandering Through the angler's trysting - tree ? Up , sweet thrushes , tell to me , Is the wind at our willow - tree ? Wind or calm at the trysting - tree ? Sing , sweet thrushes , up and sing ! Wile us with a merry glee , To the ...
Side 75
... wandering burn , Wooer of the western wind ! Watcher of the April morn ! Sorrow at the poor man's hearth ! Sorrow in the halls of pride ! Honour waits at the grave of worth And high and low stand side by side . Brother angler ! slumber ...
... wandering burn , Wooer of the western wind ! Watcher of the April morn ! Sorrow at the poor man's hearth ! Sorrow in the halls of pride ! Honour waits at the grave of worth And high and low stand side by side . Brother angler ! slumber ...
Side 91
... wander as Ken does , Ye come through the Ivory Gate ! But the skies that bring never a " spate , " But the flies that catch up in a thorn , But the creel that is barren of freight , Through the portals of horn ! • Fair dreams of things ...
... wander as Ken does , Ye come through the Ivory Gate ! But the skies that bring never a " spate , " But the flies that catch up in a thorn , But the creel that is barren of freight , Through the portals of horn ! • Fair dreams of things ...
Side 97
... wander forth ; He hated not the rod and line , He called thee " Walton , sage , benign . " And some there be in London town , Of bookish men , who often down To the green country come to try Their long - loved skill of fishery . Why ...
... wander forth ; He hated not the rod and line , He called thee " Walton , sage , benign . " And some there be in London town , Of bookish men , who often down To the green country come to try Their long - loved skill of fishery . Why ...
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Side 21 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Side 19 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Side 44 - The peacock plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail. Each gaudy bird some slender tribute brings, And lends the growing insect proper wings : Silks of all colours must their aid impart, And every fur promote the fisher's art...
Side 15 - 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 48 - With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage; Till floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandon'd, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Side 41 - In genial spring, beneath the quivering shade, Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead, The patient fisher takes his silent stand, Intent, his angle trembling in his hand : With looks unmov'd, he hopes the scaly breed, And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed.
Side 53 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round...
Side 21 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Side 19 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Side 25 - 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 dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...