The Angler's SouvenirF. Warne, 1886 - 311 sider |
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Side 4
... present book consists of a portion of the original Angler's Souvenir . The practical matter of the Souvenir has been omitted , because the practice of angling has materially improved since it was written , and its instructions would be ...
... present book consists of a portion of the original Angler's Souvenir . The practical matter of the Souvenir has been omitted , because the practice of angling has materially improved since it was written , and its instructions would be ...
Side 7
... present generation of anglers as by the past . The concluding portion of this work is also a part of a book which was published under the title of " Angling Idylls . " The critics who then made the author blush , in his exceeding ...
... present generation of anglers as by the past . The concluding portion of this work is also a part of a book which was published under the title of " Angling Idylls . " The critics who then made the author blush , in his exceeding ...
Side 9
... present chapter . The practice of Angling is closely and necessarily associated with objects , the contemplation , nay , the very behold- ing of which fails not to impart a pleasure to every man whose soul is not insensible to the ...
... present chapter . The practice of Angling is closely and necessarily associated with objects , the contemplation , nay , the very behold- ing of which fails not to impart a pleasure to every man whose soul is not insensible to the ...
Side 10
... are the schoolboys who obtain a half- holiday ; and few of the pleasures of life , either for present enjoyment or after - thought , exceed those of such an occasion . The kind master - masters 10 THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR .
... are the schoolboys who obtain a half- holiday ; and few of the pleasures of life , either for present enjoyment or after - thought , exceed those of such an occasion . The kind master - masters 10 THE ANGLER'S SOUVENIR .
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... present year , gives to all anglers a comfortable assurance that , though there is what he , " Christopher , and a Scotchman , " calls first- rate angling , " in few , if any , of the dear English lakes ; " and though , with your own ...
... present year , gives to all anglers a comfortable assurance that , though there is what he , " Christopher , and a Scotchman , " calls first- rate angling , " in few , if any , of the dear English lakes ; " and though , with your own ...
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Side 259 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Side 178 - And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd : and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West : thro...
Side 257 - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout ! Across the window-pane It pours and pours ; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain...
Side 178 - In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a, weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Side 141 - Then think I of deep shadows on the grass, Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze, Where, as the breezes pass, The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways, Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass, Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue That from the distance sparkle through Some woodland gap, and of a sky above, Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.
Side 151 - I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice : but he that hopes to be a good angler, must not only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself; but having once got and practised it, then doubt not but Angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.
Side 34 - ... through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; ; And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves. She looks, and her heart is in heaven : but they fade, The mist and the river, the hill and the shade : The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise, And the colours have all passed away from her eyes...
Side 157 - BY night we linger'd on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry; And genial warmth; and o'er the sky The silvery haze of summer drawn; And calm that let the tapers burn Unwavering: not a cricket...
Side 83 - To me, who from thy lakes and mountain-hills, Thy clouds, thy quiet dales, thy rocks and seas, Have drunk in all my intellectual life, All sweet sensations, all ennobling thoughts, All adoration of the God in nature, All lovely and all honourable things, Whatever makes this mortal spirit feel The joy and greatness of its future being?
Side 168 - A TOUCH, a kiss! the charm was snapt. There rose a noise of striking clocks, And feet that ran, and doors that clapt, And barking dogs, and crowing cocks. A fuller light illumined all, A breeze thro' all the garden swept, A sudden hubbub shook the hall, And sixty feet the fountain leapt.