The Angler's Song BookGeorge Cox, 1855 - 276 من الصفحات |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Alderman angler bait barbel beam beneath birds bite blow bonnie breath breeze bright brook caught charming cheer creel dace dear deep delight doth dream fair Fal de ral finny fish fisher flies flow flowers frae gentle glee glide green grey gudgeon hand happy Hassan haste heart hill hook Jim Hogg JOHN DENNY lasses look maid merry morning ne'er night o'er old rod pastime pike play prey pride Putney Bridge reel Ri too ral rill rippling river roach roam rod and line round salmon scenes shade side sigh silent trade silver silver side sing smile SONG speckled trout sport spring STEPHEN OLIVER stream streamlet sweet tackle thee There's Therouanne thine THORNVILLE thou throw thy banks tide trees troll trout Turbot Tweed vale Wansbeck waters wave wind wing worm zounds
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 189 - 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.
الصفحة 157 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
الصفحة 101 - Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t" embrace, And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or worse, in war and wantonness. Let them that list these pastimes still pursue, And on such pleasing fancies feed their fill ; So I the fields and meadows green may view, And daily by fresh rivers walk at will Among the daisies and the violets blue, Red hyacinth and yellow daffodil, Purple narcissus like the morning rays, Pale gander-grass and azure culver-keys.
الصفحة 66 - 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...
الصفحة 22 - FAREWELL, thou busy world, and may We never meet again; Here I can eat, and sleep, and pray, And do more good in one short day Than he who his whole age out-wears Upon the most conspicuous theatres, Where nought but vanity and vice appears.
الصفحة 8 - THE ANGLER'S WISH. 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 dew-drops kiss these flowers, And then...
الصفحة 189 - 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.
الصفحة 24 - In the artificial night, Your gloomy entrails make, Have I taken, do I take ! How oft, when grief has made me fly, To hide me from society, E'en of my dearest friends, have I, In your recesses...
الصفحة 24 - Here in this despised recess Would I, maugre winter's cold And the summer's worst excess, Try to live out to sixty full years old ! And all the while, Without an envious eye On any thriving under Fortune's smile, Contented live, and then — contented die.
الصفحة 23 - O my beloved nymph, fair Dove, Princess of rivers, how I love Upon thy flowery banks to lie, And view thy silver stream, When gilded by a Summer's beam! And in it all thy wanton fry Playing at liberty, And, with my angle, upon them The all of treachery I ever learned industriously to try!