Angling: Or, How to Angle, and where to GoG. Routledge, 1854 - 188 Seiten |
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Seite 118 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Seite 146 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Seite 147 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream ! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source ; No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polished pebbles spread...
Seite 147 - No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polish'd pebbles spread ; While, lightly poised, the scaly brood In myriads cleave thy crystal flood ; The springing trout in speckled pride, The salmon, monarch of the tide ; The ruthless pike, intent on war, The silver eel, and mottled par. Devolving from thy parent lake, A charming maze thy waters make, By bowers of birch and groves of pine, And hedges flower'd with eglantine.
Seite 93 - GLIDE gently, thus for ever glide, O Thames ! that other bards may see As lovely visions by thy side As now, fair river ! come to me, Oh glide, fair stream, for ever so ! Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, Till all our minds for ever flow, As thy deep waters now are flowing.
Seite 142 - There's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all is loneliness : And silence aids — though the steep hills Send to the lake a thousand rills ; In summer tide, so soft they weep, The sound but lulls the ear asleep ; Your horse's hoof-tread sounds too rude, So stilly is the solitude.
Seite 158 - Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene; and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.
Seite 137 - That's to full compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw, Then springing at his height, as doth a little wand That bended end to end, and...
Seite 119 - The barbel, than which fish a braver doth not swim, Nor greater for the ford within my spacious brim, Nor (newly taken) more the curious taste doth please; The grayling, whose great spawn is big as any pease; The perch with pricking fins, against the pike prepared, As nature had thereon bestowed this stronger guard, His daintiness to keep (each curious palate's proof) From his vile ravenous...
Seite 112 - What gars ye rin sae still ? ' Till said to Tweed, ' Though ye rin wi' speed, And I rin slaw, Yet, where ye drown ae man, I drown twa.