Random Casts; Or, Odds and Ends from an Angler's Note Book

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Derby Brothers, 1878 - 175 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 19 - Who is more welcome to my dish, Than to my angle was my fish. As well content no prize to take, As use of taken prize to make : For so our Lord was pleased when He fishers made fishers of men : Where, which is in no other game, A man may fish and praise his name. The first men that our Saviour dear Did choose to wait upon him here, Blest fishers were, and fish the last Food was, that he on earth did taste. I therefore strive to follow those, Whom he to follow him hath chose.
الصفحة 31 - For gems hid in some forlorn creek : We all pearls scorn, Save what the dewy morn Congeals upon each little spire of grass, Which careless shepherds beat down as they pass : And gold ne'er here appears, Save what the yellow Ceres bears. Blest silent groves ! Oh may you be For ever mirth's best nursery ! May pure contents For ever pitch their tents Upon these downs, these meads, these rocks, these mountains, And peace still slumber by these purling fountain* : Which, toe may every year Meet when we...
الصفحة 111 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
الصفحة 124 - And hey, my kitten, my deary ! Such a sweet pet as this Was neither far nor neary. Here we go up, up, up, And here we go down, down, down, And here we go backwards and forwards, And here we go round, round, roundy.
الصفحة 46 - THROW up the window ! Tis a morn for life In its most subtle luxury. The air Is like a breathing from a rarer world ; And the south wind is like a gentle friend, Parting the hair so softly on my brow. It has come over gardens, and the flowers That kissed it are betrayed ; for as it parts, With its invisible fingers, my loose hair, I know it has been trifling with the rose, And stooping to the violet. There is joy For all God's creatures...
الصفحة 151 - Yes! my heart flutters with a freer throb, To think that now the townsman wanders forth Among the fields and meadows, to enjoy The coolness of the day's decline, to see His children sport around, and simply pull The flower and weed promiscuous...
الصفحة 107 - 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 ; Yet fish there be that neither hook, nor line, Nor snare, nor net, nor engine can make thine : They must be groped for, and be tickled too, Or they will not be catch'd, whate'er you do.
الصفحة 111 - Oh darkling River ! Through the night I hear Thy wavelets rippling on the pebbly beach ; I hear thy current stir the rustling sedge, That skirts thy bed; thou intermittest not Thine everlasting journey, drawing on A silvery train from many a woodland spring And mountain-brook.
الصفحة 74 - I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, " 'tis all barren." And so it is : and so is all the world, to him who will not cultivate the fruit it offers.
الصفحة 160 - I cannot tell how the truth may be : I say the tale as 'twas said to me.

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