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Page 198 - Twas only at Llewelyn's board The faithful Gelert fed ; He watched, he served, he cheered his lord, And sentinelled his bed. In sooth he was a peerless hound, The gift of royal John ; But now no Gelert could be found, And all the chase rode on. And now, as...
Page 16 - Behoves you then to ply your finest art. Long time he, following cautious, scans the fly ; And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft The dimpled water speaks his jealous fear. At last, while haply o'er the shaded sun Passes a cloud, he desperate takes the death. With sullen plunge. At once he darts along. Deep struck, and runs out all the lengthened line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed.
Page 121 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence from among the trees! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Page 199 - He called his child, — no voice replied, — He searched with terror wild; Blood, blood he found on every side, But nowhere found his child. 238 "Hell-houndl my child's by thee devoured!
Page 95 - While strayed my eyes o'er Towy's flood, Over mead and over wood, From house to house, from hill to hill, Till contemplation had her fill.
Page 47 - To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride : Let Nature guide thee ; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require ; The peacock's 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.
Page 198 - O'erturned his infant's bed he found, With blood-stained covert rent; And all around the walls and ground With recent blood besprent. He called his child, — no voice replied, — He searched with terror wild; Blood, blood, he found on every side, But nowhere found his child.
Page 34 - There throw, nice-judging, the delusive fly; And as you lead it round in artful curve, With eye attentive mark the springing game. Straight as above the surface of the flood They wanton rise, or urged by hunger leap, Then fix, with gentle twitch, the barbed hook: Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank, And to the shelving shore slow-dragging some, With various hand proportion'd to their force.