Mostly about TroutGeorge Allen & Unwin, 1921 - 223 Seiten |
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... light repast outside the front door , on the door - mat . " I'm sure I should never care for fishing ; I haven't got the patience . " How many times in his life has every fisherman heard those words from a friend ? You cannot explain ...
... light repast outside the front door , on the door - mat . " I'm sure I should never care for fishing ; I haven't got the patience . " How many times in his life has every fisherman heard those words from a friend ? You cannot explain ...
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... light of the experience of after years I should say that I thereby lost a sewin of about two pounds weight , freshly up from the sea . Tired out in body , but exultantly happy , I found my way home to tea , stopping twice by the way to ...
... light of the experience of after years I should say that I thereby lost a sewin of about two pounds weight , freshly up from the sea . Tired out in body , but exultantly happy , I found my way home to tea , stopping twice by the way to ...
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... light , and constant casting without result gets more and more monotonous as the hours go by . February generally justifies its name of fill- dyke . Many of the meadows are flooded for a time , and even for the keenest of sportsmen of ...
... light , and constant casting without result gets more and more monotonous as the hours go by . February generally justifies its name of fill- dyke . Many of the meadows are flooded for a time , and even for the keenest of sportsmen of ...
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... light wagtail bait and a wind blowing . It is so difficult to get fly - fishing out of one's head and to realize that it is a different art altogether . I remember that I used to find it fairly easy from a boat , with a nice flat board ...
... light wagtail bait and a wind blowing . It is so difficult to get fly - fishing out of one's head and to realize that it is a different art altogether . I remember that I used to find it fairly easy from a boat , with a nice flat board ...
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... light - quite indescribable ; but the effect is that instead of the river looking as if it contained nothing alive , it looks as if its slightly coloured waters concealed many great fishes . Such times are not to be spent in feeding ...
... light - quite indescribable ; but the effect is that instead of the river looking as if it contained nothing alive , it looks as if its slightly coloured waters concealed many great fishes . Such times are not to be spent in feeding ...
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amongst Avlona bait bank beach beauty Bideford big trout birds boat cast caught chalk-stream Charles Kingsley clear colour comes copse coup de grâce deep dock-leaves down-stream downland dry-fly day experience feeling fish fisher fisherman flies floating flowers fly-fishing gently gillie glorious grass grayling GRAYLING DAY greenheart grey hatch head heavy holiday homewards hook inches keen keep Kingussie land landing-net leave lochs look luck marsh-marigolds May-fly meadows memory mill minutes North Devon passed pike pool pounds reel rise river round rowlocks salmon salmon-fishing Scotland sea-trout seems shallow Shetland Shetland Islands showing side Simon's Bay snook soon spot strain stream sunshine surface thing Torridge trees trout-stream turn up-stream valley voes waders wading warm Water-Baby water-meadows wave weather weed-bed weeds weight Whitehall wild daffodils Wiltshire wind window wonderful wood yards
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Seite 95 - But turn out of the way a little, good scholar, towards yonder high honeysuckle hedge; there well sit and sing whilst this shower falls so gently upon the teeming earth, and gives yet a sweeter smell to the lovely flowers that adorn these verdant meadows.
Seite 96 - ... and turned them into foam : and sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs, some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the swollen udders of their bleating dams. As I thus sat, these and other sights had so fully possessed my soul with content, that I thought, as the poet has happily expressed it, " I was for that time lifted above earth, And possessed joys not promised in my birth.
Seite 123 - A fire-mist and a planet, — A crystal and a cell, — A jelly-fish and a saurian, And caves where the cave-men dwell ; Then a sense of law and beauty, And a face turned from the clod, — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God.
Seite 86 - In England every village was stricken, there was grief in almost every house. The thought of the suffering, the anxiety for the future, destroyed all pleasure. It came even between one's self and the page of the book one tried to read. In those dark days I found some support in the steady progress unchanged of the beauty of the seasons. Every year, as spring came back unfailing and unfaltering, the leaves came out with the same tender green, the birds sang, the flowers came up and opened, and I felt...
Seite 96 - And the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to have a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill.
Seite 96 - ... which broke their waves, and turned them into foam. And sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs ; some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun ; and saw others craving comfort from the swollen udders of their bleating dams.
Seite 123 - It was the tide, of course ; but Tom knew nothing of the tide. He only knew that in a minute more the water, which had been fresh, turned salt all round him. And then there came a change over him. He felt as strong and light and fresh, as if his veins had run champagne; and gave, he did not know why, three skips out of the water, a yard high, and head over heels, just as the salmon do when they first touch the noble rich salt water, which, as some wise men tell us, is the mother of all living things.
Seite 162 - A haze on the far horizon, The infinite, tender sky, The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields And the wild geese sailing high ; And all over upland and lowland The charm of the golden-rod, — Some of us call it Autumn, And others call it God.
Seite 30 - And sometimes a tear Will rise in each eye, Seeing the two old friends So merrily — So merrily ! And ere to bed Go we, go we, Down on the ashes We kneel on the knee, Praying together ! Thus, then, live I, Till, 'mid all the gloom, By heaven ! the bold sun Is with me in the room, Shining, shining ! Then the clouds part, Swallows soaring between ; The spring is alive, And the meadows are green ! I jump up, like mad, Break the old pipe in twain, And away to the meadows, The meadows again...
Seite 29 - Tis a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing : Sighing, oh ! sighing. When such a time cometh, I do retire Into an old room Beside a bright fire : Oh, pile a bright fire...