Fores's Sporting Notes & Sketches: A Quarterly Magazine Descriptive of British, Indian, Colonial and Foreign Sport, المجلد 2Messrs. Fores, 1886 |
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الصفحة 32 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
الصفحة 41 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
الصفحة 41 - March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale prim-roses That die unmarried ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one.
الصفحة 41 - Lay her i' the earth : And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring .! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling.
الصفحة 281 - A' nicht it was freezin', a' nicht I was sneezin', " Tak" care," quo' the wife, " Gudeman, o' yer cough." A fig for the sneezin', hurrah for the freezin', For the day we're to play the Bonspiel on the loch ! Then get up, my braw leddy, the breakfast mak' ready, For the sun on the snaw drift's beginnin' to blink, Gie me bannocks or brochan, I'm aff to the lochan, To mak' the stanes flee to the ' T ' o' the rink. Then hurrah for the curling frae Girvan to Stirling ! Hurrah for the lads o...
الصفحة 127 - ... uneatable. Send me the guava— But, as I was proceeding to observe — as I was going on to remark to you, Mr Vernon — beyond our real necessities, (mere food and raiment,) what physical wants and temporal cares are worthy the consideration of a Christian and a philosopher ? It hath been truly said — ' Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
الصفحة 301 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead ; And bitterly thought of the morrow.
الصفحة 40 - But the deadly gaff is ready ; Bravo ! steady, Paddy, steady ! Now proudly lay him down among the flowers upon the lea. As he struggling lies, and kicking, I can see the " sea-lice " sticking* To his scales ! Ye shades of Walton ! what a beauty from the sea ! Now come, and quickly weigh him, And lovingly convey him, — A...
الصفحة 182 - All Nature is but Art unknown to thee! All Chance, Direction that thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood; All Partial Evil, universal Good ; And spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right!