The Van Dyke Book

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1905 - 172 էջ
 

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Common terms and phrases

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Էջ 20 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Էջ 149 - FOUR things a man must learn to do If he would make his record true: To think without confusion clearly; To love his fellow-men sincerely; To act from honest motives purely; To trust in God and Heaven securely.
Էջ 69 - Show's begun. The flocks of young anemones Are dancing round the budding trees : Who can help wishing to go a-fishing In days as full of joy as these?
Էջ 70 - Tis not a proud desire of mine; I ask for nothing superfine; No heavy weight, no salmon great, To break the record — or my line: Only an idle little stream, Whose amber waters softly gleam, Where I may wade, through woodland shade, And cast the fly, and loaf, and dream...
Էջ iii - ... with yourself until you have made the best of them; to despise nothing in the world except falsehood and meanness, and to fear nothing except cowardice; to be governed by your admirations rather than by your...
Էջ 150 - Let me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In roaring market place or tranquil room ; Let me but find it in my heart to say, When vagrant wishes beckon me astray, "This is my work; my blessing, not my doom; Of all who live, I am the one by whom This work can best be done in the right way.
Էջ 19 - A soft and lulling sound is heard Of streams inaudible by day...
Էջ 59 - ANGLER'S REVEILLE What time the rose of dawn is laid across the lips of night, And all the drowsy little stars have fallen asleep in light; 'Tis then a wandering wind awakes, and runs from tree to tree, And borrows words from all the birds to sound the reveille. This is the carol the Robin throws Over the edge of the valley; Listen how boldly it flows, Sally on sally : Tirra-lirra, Down the river, Laughing water All a-quiver.
Էջ 60 - as if the world were new. This is the ballad the Bluebird sings, Unto his mate replying, Shaking the tune from his wings While he is flying: Surely, surely, surely, Life is dear Even here. Blue above, You to love, Purely, purely, purely.
Էջ 14 - Every river that flows is good, and has something worthy to be loved. But those that we love most are always the ones that we have known best, — the stream that ran before our father's door, the current on which we ventured our first boat or cast our first fly, the brook on whose banks we first picked the twinflower of young love.

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