Life and Writings of Frank Forester (Henry William Herbert)F. Warne and Company, 1882 - 300 pagina's |
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Pagina 182 - twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men Scattered at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs ; — the hill Was crown'd with a peculiar diadem Of trees, in circular array, so fix'd, Not by the sport of nature, but of man...
Pagina 143 - He roved among the vales and streams, In the green wood and hollow dell ; They were his dwellings night and day, — But Nature ne'er could find the way Into the heart of Peter Bell. In vain, through every changeful year, Did Nature lead him as before ; A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.
Pagina 203 - I don't stand no pokin' sharp sticks at that good boy, I'd have you to know, Mr. Sly, you nasty, sneakin', sly-lookin', scaly-lookin', Vermont-raised, white nigger Yankee, you ! and if you go pokin' sticks at him, Mr. Sly, I'll jest take you by the scruff of your neck and the seat of your breeches, and pitch you stret, from where I stand, so as you'll 'light in a settin' poster, right stret on your hinder eend, in the pot under the falls, there.
Pagina 80 - ... exposes for sale, or has in his possession, any dove, except between the fourth day of July and the fifteenth day of December, inclusive; or any snipe, rail, killdeer or plover, except between the first day of September and the fifteenth day of May, inclusive; or any coot or mud hen, or wild duck, except between the first day of September and the fifteenth day of April, inclusive; or any Mongolian pheasant, English or ring-neck pheasant...
Pagina 287 - ... search of prey. By fishing up the stream, your head will be on a level with the different eddies and pools, as they successively present themselves, and the rest of your person out of sight. Hold the baited hook with the left hand, jerking out the rod, under-handed, with your right, so as to make the bait fall softly at the lower end of the pool. The trout always take their station either there or at the top where the water flows in, ready to pounce on worms, snails, slugs, etc., as they enter...
Pagina 65 - ... be an unusual degree of melancholy in their wailing whistle. Once this struck me especially. I had found a small bevy of thirteen birds in an orchard, close to the house in which I was passing a portion of the autumn, and in a very few minutes killed twelve of them, for they lay hard in the tedded clover, and it was perfectly open shooting. The thirteenth and last bird, rising with two others, which I killed right and left, flew but a short distance, and dropped among some sumachs in the corner...
Pagina 199 - Of all men, saving Sylla, the man-slayer, Who passes for in life and death most lucky, Of the great names which in our faces stare, The General...
Pagina 286 - "I remember," replied Frank. "Is it as bad as that?" "Worse; but the fish much larger. I have caught them up to two pounds." "I should like to hear about that. Can't you read it to me?" asked the Wallstreet man, eager for information. "I've no objection," said Langdale, "if Frank has not. He has read it fifty times already." "I'm convenient," answered Frank, laying down his knife and fork, the last duck having disappeared. "Well, then, here goes. Now, Scipio, look alive and clear away the table;...
Pagina 60 - ... state of the bird, are set up in the form of a magnificent ruff, while the tail is fanned like that of the peacock or turkey, by the amorous male during the breeding season. It is, therefore, equally unsportsmanlike and unscientific to call the bird pheasant or partridge; and it is moreover as needless as it is a stupid barbarism, since the bird has an excellent good name of its own, by which it should invariably be styled, whether in writing or in conversation, by every one claiming to share...
Pagina 271 - I tell you glad tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. And so the multitude of accompanying angels sum it up; Glory be to God in the highest, peace on earth, good will towards men. ' To them that truly receive the Gospel, and with whom it hath its effect, the cause of rejoicing riseth much higher. For if the offer and hope of reconciliation be a just ground of joy, how much more actual agreement with God, upon the terms of the Gospel, and reconciliation itself! We...