Rambles and Recollections of a Fly-fisher

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Chapman and Hall, 1854 - Fishing - 155 pages
 

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Page 50 - Of pendant trees, the monarch of the brook, 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.
Page 132 - 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...
Page 5 - ... thrown away. The most important principle perhaps in life is to have a pursuit — a useful one if possible, and at all events an innocent one. And the scenes you have enjoyed — the contemplations to which they have led, and the exercise in which we have indulged, have, I am sure, been very salutary to the body, and, I hope, to the mind. I have always found a peculiar effect from this kind of life ; it has appeared to bring me back to early times and feelings, and to create again the hopes...
Page 132 - And tempt their hunger with the curious fly. To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride, Let nature guide thee ; fometimes golden wire The...
Page 54 - A birr ! a whirr ! the salmon's up, Give line, give line and measure ; But now he turns ! keep down ahead, And lead him as a child is led, And land him at your leisure. Hark to the music of the reel! 'Tis welcome, it is glorious ; It wanders through the winding wheel, Returning and victorious.
Page 106 - Away to the brook, All your tackle out-look, Here's a day that is worth a year's wishing, See that all things be right, For 'twould be a spite To want tools when a man goes a-fishing.
Page 2 - I would not make a watery discourse, so I would not put too much vinegar into it; nor would I raise the reputation of my own Art by the diminution or ruin of another's. And so much for the Prologue to what I mean to say.
Page 2 - IX. faying, What thinkeft thou Simon? of whom do the kings of the earth take cuftom or tribute?
Page 78 - And barest the leaf from the wandering breeze, It glides over thee, like the gift of the young, When he rock'd at the bough where it hung. Iv. The voice of the city, the whisper of men, I hear them, and hate them, and weary again For the lull of the streams — the breath of the brae, Brought down in a morning of May.

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