The Rod and the Gun: Being Two Treatises on Angling and Shooting

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A. and C. Black, 1840 - 468 Seiten
 

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Seite 253 - From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas — Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides : Fair these broad meads, &c.
Seite 311 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
Seite 151 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
Seite 4 - For this shall every one that is godly pray unto thee in a time when thou mayest be found: surely in the floods of great waters they shall not come nigh unto him.
Seite 3 - All these, and many more of His creation That made the heavens, the Angler oft doth see ; Taking therein no little delectation, To think how strange, how wonderful, they be ! Framing thereof an inward contemplation, To set his heart from other fancies free ; And whilst he looks on these with joyful eye, His mind is rapt above the starry sky.
Seite 294 - See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
Seite 291 - In a legal sense, a forest is a certain territory of woody grounds and fruitful pastures, privileged for wild beasts and fowls of forest, chase, and warren, to rest and abide there in the safe protection of the king, for his delight and pleasure...
Seite 276 - Oh, knew he but his happiness, of men The happiest he ! who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life.
Seite 285 - Hawks use that most, and it yields us most recreation ; it stops not the high soaring of my noble generous Falcon ; in it she ascends to such an height, as the dull eyes of beasts and fish are not able to reach to...
Seite 253 - Fair these broad meads — these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our fathers' land. From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas — Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we...

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