Super Flumina: Angling Observations of a Coarse Fisherman

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J. Lane, 1905 - 231 sider

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Side 34 - 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 33 - 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 85 - Dear stream! dear bank, where often I Have sate, and pleas'd my pensive eye, Why, since each drop of thy quick store Runs thither, whence it flow's before, Should poor souls fear a shade or night, Who came (sure) from a sea of light?
Side 126 - And nearer to the river's trembling edge, There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prankt with white. And starry river buds among the sedge. And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge With moonlight beams of their own watery light ; And bulrushes, and reeds of sucli deep green As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.
Side 61 - Toward her, then, we looked fearing destruction ; but Scylla meanwhile caught from out my hollow ship six of my company, the hardiest of their hands and the chief in might. And looking into the swift ship to find my men, even then I marked their feet and hands as they were lifted on high, and they cried aloud in their agony, and called me by my name for that last time of all.
Side 33 - And now all Nature seem'd in Love The lusty Sap began to move ; New Juice did stirre th...
Side 55 - All cover'd with a snaring bait, Alas, to tempt thee to thy fate, And dragge thee from the brooke. 0 harmless tenant of the flood, 1 do not wish to spill thy blood, For Nature unto thee Perchance hath given a tender wife, And children dear, to charm thy life, As she hath done for me. Enjoy thy stream, O harmless fish ; And when an angler for his dish, Through gluttony's vile sin, Attempts, a wretch, to pull thee out, God give thee strength, O gentle trout, To pull the raskall in!
Side 205 - The moving Finger writes, and having writ, Moves on ; nor all your piety nor wit Can lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all your tears wipe out a word of it.
Side 27 - They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahram, that great Hunter — the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.
Side 34 - Where, for some sturdy football swain, Joan strokes a sillabub or twain. The fields and gardens were beset With tulip, crocus, violet ; And now, though late, the modest rose Did more than half a blush disclose. Thus all look'd gay, all full of cheer, To welcome the new liveried year.

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