Mostly about TroutGeorge Allen & Unwin, 1921 - 223 Seiten |
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... 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 ! ! That man must have been older than I am . Or perhaps there was no one to stir him out of his ...
... 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 ! ! That man must have been older than I am . Or perhaps there was no one to stir him out of his ...
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... spring comes . But the turn of the year has come , and that means that the sun will gain daily in strength . As in the late war , creative power will get stronger after every onslaught of hate and destruction , and the sunshine will ...
... spring comes . But the turn of the year has come , and that means that the sun will gain daily in strength . As in the late war , creative power will get stronger after every onslaught of hate and destruction , and the sunshine will ...
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... Spring to meet the swallows . For the present we will keep to the road ; the water - meadows look cold and uninviting . But the turn of the year has really come . The soft silver - grey 66 pussy - cat " catkins are showing already , the ...
... Spring to meet the swallows . For the present we will keep to the road ; the water - meadows look cold and uninviting . But the turn of the year has really come . The soft silver - grey 66 pussy - cat " catkins are showing already , the ...
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... spring river in March . The excitement of anticipation is tremendous , especially if you have fished the same river before and the surroundings of every pool are indelibly fixed in your memory . I remember very well my first chance of ...
... spring river in March . The excitement of anticipation is tremendous , especially if you have fished the same river before and the surroundings of every pool are indelibly fixed in your memory . I remember very well my first chance of ...
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... spring , a much smaller river than the Dee , on the east coast of Sutherland . Several times have I been bidden there , and never will those experiences be forgotten . First , the anticipation . It would take a whole book to describe ...
... spring , a much smaller river than the Dee , on the east coast of Sutherland . Several times have I been bidden there , and never will those experiences be forgotten . First , the anticipation . It would take a whole book to describe ...
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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...