Mostly about TroutGeorge Allen & Unwin, 1921 - 223 Seiten |
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... bubblings and boilings on the surface . Fishermen , like philosophers , are rich in contentment . They wear comfortable old clothes and the best boots . They love their fellow - men individually and avoid them in mobs 16 MOSTLY ABOUT TROUT.
... bubblings and boilings on the surface . Fishermen , like philosophers , are rich in contentment . They wear comfortable old clothes and the best boots . They love their fellow - men individually and avoid them in mobs 16 MOSTLY ABOUT TROUT.
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... surface of our national life , and do not think of the deep waters below , would have us think that we have lost our war - time good- fellowship , that we cannot face the future with- out an unseemly scramble between different classes ...
... surface of our national life , and do not think of the deep waters below , would have us think that we have lost our war - time good- fellowship , that we cannot face the future with- out an unseemly scramble between different classes ...
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... 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 seen a man so employed ...
... 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 seen a man so employed ...
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... surface , which may help you with trout , but very little with salmon . I suppose that there is something in the selection of the fly ; but there , again , the gillie comes in . I sometimes wonder whether he pays enough attention to the ...
... surface , which may help you with trout , but very little with salmon . I suppose that there is something in the selection of the fly ; but there , again , the gillie comes in . I sometimes wonder whether he pays enough attention to the ...
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... surface , especially round one spot where I hooked a monster last year , a deep , light- coloured fish in the pink of condition . He was very lightly hooked , and the fly came away at once . I never saw him again during that season ...
... surface , especially round one spot where I hooked a monster last year , a deep , light- coloured fish in the pink of condition . He was very lightly hooked , and the fly came away at once . I never saw him again during that season ...
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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...