Long Casts and Sure Rises: Being a Collection of Angling "Yarns" and ExperiencesRemington, 1893 - 159 頁 |
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第 139 頁 - Twixt resignation and content. Oft in my mind such thoughts awake By lone St. Mary's silent lake ; Thou know'st it well, — nor fen, nor sedge, Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink ; And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue, Each hill's huge outline you may view ; Shaggy with heath, but lonely bare, Nor tree, nor bush, nor brake is there, Save where, of land, yon slender...
第 130 頁 - Then in broad lustre shall be shown That mighty trench of living stone, And each huge trunk that from the side Reclines him o'er the darksome tide Where Tees, full many a fathom low, Wears with his rage no common foe ; For pebbly bank, nor sand-bed here, Nor clay-mound, checks his fierce career, Condemned to mine a channelled way O'er solid sheets of marble gray.
第 132 頁 - O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair And Greta woods are green ; I'd rather rove with Edmund there, Than reign our English queen.
第 139 頁 - Bears thwart the lake the scatter'd pine. Yet even this nakedness has power, And aids the feeling of the hour : Nor thicket, dell, nor copse you spy, Where living thing concealed might lie ; Nor point, retiring, hides a dell, Where swain, or woodman lone, might dwell; There's nothing left to fancy's guess, You see that all is loneliness : And silence aids — though...
第 74 頁 - Sublime tobacco ! which from east to west Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest ; Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides His hours, and rivals opium and his brides ; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand ; Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe ; Like other charmers, wooing the caress...
第 113 頁 - They all three stood up on their hind legs, and looked at each other as much as to say, "Now, what do you think of that...
第 88 頁 - em — in one of 'em, tennerate. An' I know why you ask me if I do. Somebody's put you up to it, so's you can make me tell my ghost story. Well, you're welcome to that if you want it. It's no great of a story, but it's true ; an' arter all, that's the main p'int in a story — ghost or no ghost. Well, I s'pose I'll s'prise you when I say it all happened in New York city. Seein' me here in Kitt'ry, an' knowin' my name's Jenness — a real Kitt'ry an' Portsmouth an
第 141 頁 - It is a remarkable fact, and one which perhaps our gentle readers will not be prepared to expect, that the most interesting and instructive information that we ever had in our lives from any individual on the subject, we received at a private party in London, from the lips of the great Daniel O'Connell.
第 103 頁 - Halt!" said Tom, and the three dogs stopped instantly; Turk, not daring to turn his head to see what was the matter, for fear of losing his balance, blinked out of the corner of his eye, as much as to say, "I wouldn't turn round if I could." "Pete Trone," said Tom gravely, "it is evident that this punishment is not severe enough for you; a dog that has time to wag his tail and yawn, cannot be in much anxiety to keep his position on the fence. Pete Trone, Esquire, for the rest of the way you shall...