The Angler's Song BookGeorge Cox, 1855 - 276 էջ |
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... feel the west wind Breath health and plenty : please my mind , To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers , And then wash'd off by April showers ; Here , hear my Kenna sing a song ; There , see a blackbird feed her young . Or a laverock ...
... feel the west wind Breath health and plenty : please my mind , To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers , And then wash'd off by April showers ; Here , hear my Kenna sing a song ; There , see a blackbird feed her young . Or a laverock ...
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... feel . I then let out , again I wind , I give Brown speckles play , I draw him near , I have him clear , Whoo ! crack , he's off , away , I draw his head above the flood , I check by this his breath , I quickly get My landing net , To ...
... feel . I then let out , again I wind , I give Brown speckles play , I draw him near , I have him clear , Whoo ! crack , he's off , away , I draw his head above the flood , I check by this his breath , I quickly get My landing net , To ...
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... feel- To keep out the cauld she would take a wee drappie , Get fou as a fiddler , and whomil the creel ! But , sooner or later , all things have an ending , And so must this rhyme - so , we wish you good night ; Our compliments to all ...
... feel- To keep out the cauld she would take a wee drappie , Get fou as a fiddler , and whomil the creel ! But , sooner or later , all things have an ending , And so must this rhyme - so , we wish you good night ; Our compliments to all ...
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... , With Creel , and Rod and Line , With Creel , and Rod , and Line , With Creel , and Rod , and Line , All through the livelong year . Give me the joys the Angler feels- Let others know 54 SONGS , ETC. Give me the babbling brook that plays,
... , With Creel , and Rod and Line , With Creel , and Rod , and Line , With Creel , and Rod , and Line , All through the livelong year . Give me the joys the Angler feels- Let others know 54 SONGS , ETC. Give me the babbling brook that plays,
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Robert Blakey. Give me the joys the Angler feels- Let others know dull care ; Give me the bait that surely kills- Let others better fare , So gallantly and fine , So gallantly and fine , So gallantly and fine , Let others better fare . I ...
Robert Blakey. Give me the joys the Angler feels- Let others know dull care ; Give me the bait that surely kills- Let others better fare , So gallantly and fine , So gallantly and fine , So gallantly and fine , Let others better fare . I ...
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Common terms and phrases
Alderman angler bait barbel beam beneath birds bite blow bonnie breath breeze bright brook caught charming cheer creel dace dear deep delight doth dream fair Fal de ral finny fish fisher flies flow flowers frae gentle glee glide green grey gudgeon hand happy Hassan haste heart hill hook Jim Hogg JOHN DENNY lasses look maid merry morning ne'er night o'er old rod pastime pike play prey pride Putney Bridge reel Ri too ral rill rippling river roach roam rod and line round salmon scenes shade side sigh silent trade silver silver side sing smile SONG speckled trout sport spring STEPHEN OLIVER stream streamlet sweet tackle thee There's Therouanne thine THORNVILLE thou throw thy banks tide trees troll trout Turbot Tweed vale Wansbeck waters wave wind wing worm zounds
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Էջ 189 - Nature seem'd in love : The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly : There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.
Էջ 157 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Էջ 101 - Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t" embrace, And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or worse, in war and wantonness. Let them that list these pastimes still pursue, And on such pleasing fancies feed their fill ; So I the fields and meadows green may view, And daily by fresh rivers walk at will Among the daisies and the violets blue, Red hyacinth and yellow daffodil, Purple narcissus like the morning rays, Pale gander-grass and azure culver-keys.
Էջ 66 - You see the ways the fisherman doth take To catch the fish ; what engines doth he make ? Behold ! how he engageth all his wits ; Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets...
Էջ 22 - FAREWELL, thou busy world, and may We never meet again; Here I can eat, and sleep, and pray, And do more good in one short day Than he who his whole age out-wears Upon the most conspicuous theatres, Where nought but vanity and vice appears.
Էջ 8 - THE ANGLER'S WISH. I in these flowery meads would be ; These crystal streams should solace me ; To whose harmonious, bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice : Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love : Or, on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty ; please. my mind To see sweet dew-drops kiss these flowers, And then...
Էջ 189 - With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest ; The groves already did rejoice In Philomel's triumphing voice, The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled.
Էջ 24 - In the artificial night, Your gloomy entrails make, Have I taken, do I take ! How oft, when grief has made me fly, To hide me from society, E'en of my dearest friends, have I, In your recesses...
Էջ 24 - Here in this despised recess Would I, maugre winter's cold And the summer's worst excess, Try to live out to sixty full years old ! And all the while, Without an envious eye On any thriving under Fortune's smile, Contented live, and then — contented die.
Էջ 23 - O my beloved nymph, fair Dove, Princess of rivers, how I love Upon thy flowery banks to lie, And view thy silver stream, When gilded by a Summer's beam! And in it all thy wanton fry Playing at liberty, And, with my angle, upon them The all of treachery I ever learned industriously to try!