Musa PiscatrixJohn Lane, 1896 - 107 sider |
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... wave did row , And , catching fish , were by a fisher caught ; ( Ah , blessed chance ! much better was the trade , That being fishers , they were fishes made . ) VII CONTENTMENT THE ANGLEr's life No empty hopes , no 8 PHINEAS FLETCHER ...
... wave did row , And , catching fish , were by a fisher caught ; ( Ah , blessed chance ! much better was the trade , That being fishers , they were fishes made . ) VII CONTENTMENT THE ANGLEr's life No empty hopes , no 8 PHINEAS FLETCHER ...
Side 45
... wave , and beats the foamy lake ; With sudden rage he now aloft appears , And in his eye convulsive anguish bears ; And now again , impatient of the wound , He rolls and wreathes his shining body round ; Then headlong shoots beneath the ...
... wave , and beats the foamy lake ; With sudden rage he now aloft appears , And in his eye convulsive anguish bears ; And now again , impatient of the wound , He rolls and wreathes his shining body round ; Then headlong shoots beneath the ...
Side 46
... waves , and every haunt explores ; Or let the gin his roving steps betray , And save from hostile jaws the scaly prey . I never wander where the bordering reeds O'erlook the muddy stream , whose tangling weeds Perplex the fisher ; I nor ...
... waves , and every haunt explores ; Or let the gin his roving steps betray , And save from hostile jaws the scaly prey . I never wander where the bordering reeds O'erlook the muddy stream , whose tangling weeds Perplex the fisher ; I nor ...
Side 47
... wave Their little naiads love to sport at large . Just in the dubious point , where with the pool Is mix'd the trembling stream , or where it boils Around the stone , or from the hollow'd bank " The Seasons : Spring . " Reverted plays ...
... wave Their little naiads love to sport at large . Just in the dubious point , where with the pool Is mix'd the trembling stream , or where it boils Around the stone , or from the hollow'd bank " The Seasons : Spring . " Reverted plays ...
Side 52
... Buchan. The struggling panting prey ; while vernal clouds And tepid gales obscur'd the ruffled pool , And from the deeps called forth the wanton swarms . XXXI LEVEN WATER Pure stream , in whose transparent wave 52 JOHN ARMSTRONG.
... Buchan. The struggling panting prey ; while vernal clouds And tepid gales obscur'd the ruffled pool , And from the deeps called forth the wanton swarms . XXXI LEVEN WATER Pure stream , in whose transparent wave 52 JOHN ARMSTRONG.
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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...