Mostly about TroutGeorge Allen & Unwin, 1921 - 223 Seiten |
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... living fishes takes me back to a terrifying walk , at the age of four , along a jetty , with planks wide apart and a view between them of clear green sea - water and little fishes swimming amongst branches of seaweed , swaying with the ...
... living fishes takes me back to a terrifying walk , at the age of four , along a jetty , with planks wide apart and a view between them of clear green sea - water and little fishes swimming amongst branches of seaweed , swaying with the ...
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... living fishes under the surface . Once I saw in the muddy water the dimly outlined form of something , probably a roach , and I longed passionately for a rod and a red - topped float to watch with never - satisfied faith , as I had once ...
... living fishes under the surface . Once I saw in the muddy water the dimly outlined form of something , probably a roach , and I longed passionately for a rod and a red - topped float to watch with never - satisfied faith , as I had once ...
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... living creatures beneath . The wet - fly fisher must use his qualities of imagina- tion and deduction about the whereabouts of fish , their moods , their fancies , and what is likely to attract them ; it may be - where salmon are ...
... living creatures beneath . The wet - fly fisher must use his qualities of imagina- tion and deduction about the whereabouts of fish , their moods , their fancies , and what is likely to attract them ; it may be - where salmon are ...
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... living in another element , with all the difference in the world between its optical phenomena and those obtain- ing in the atmosphere in which you live . Ward , by his experiments in under - water photo- graphy , has done good service ...
... living in another element , with all the difference in the world between its optical phenomena and those obtain- ing in the atmosphere in which you live . Ward , by his experiments in under - water photo- graphy , has done good service ...
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... living in this world . Now all is changed . This is the story of a typical May week - end in Wiltshire water - meadows . After the usual journey from Waterloo through the wilderness of brick that seems never - ending , till sleep comes ...
... living in this world . Now all is changed . This is the story of a typical May week - end in Wiltshire water - meadows . After the usual journey from Waterloo through the wilderness of brick that seems never - ending , till sleep comes ...
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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...