Scottish Literature, Character & InfluenceMacmillan and Company, limited, 1919 - 296 من الصفحات This antiquarian volume contains a complete manual of the art of angling for roach, with comments on methodology, equipment, tactics, and other information useful to the roach fisherman. Written in simple, plain language and including much in the way of practical instructions and useful tips and hints, this text will prove invaluable to the roach fisherman, and makes for a great addition to collections of angling literature. The chapters of this book include: The Roach, Descriptive, Statistical, Roach Waters, The Roach Fisherman, Baits and Ground-Baits, Major Tactics and Major Considerations, Methods and Styles, Odds and Ends In Lighter Vein, and Hempseed Fishing for Roach. We are republishing this antiquarian volume now complete with a specially commissioned new introduction on the history of fishing. |
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الصفحة 8 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone ; The battled towers, the donjon keep, The loophole grates where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
الصفحة 82 - He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
الصفحة 147 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts...
الصفحة 238 - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o...
الصفحة 8 - George's banner, broad and gay, Now faded, as the fading ray Less bright, and less, was flung ; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the donjon tower, So heavily it hung.
الصفحة 258 - It may be pertinacity," said he, at length ; " but to my eye these grey hills and all this wild border country have beauties peculiar to themselves. I like the very nakedness of the land ; it has something bold, and stern, and solitary about it. When I have been for some time in the rich scenery about Edinburgh, which is like ornamented garden land, I begin to wish myself back again among my own honest grey hills ; and if I did not see the heather at least once a year, I think I should die!
الصفحة 68 - SEE, WINTER comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train ; Vapours and Clouds and Storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms...
الصفحة 234 - The collection of Songs was my vade mecum. I pored over them, driving my cart, or walking to labour, song by song, verse by verse ; carefully noting the true tender, or sublime, from affectation and fustian. I am convinced I owe to this practice much of my critic craft, such as it is.
الصفحة 202 - Ferguson's, where there were several gentlemen of literary reputation, among whom I remember the celebrated Mr. Dugald Stewart.
الصفحة 127 - There was a deep morning fog on grass and gravestane around him, and his horse was feeding quietly beside the minister's twa cows. Steenie would have thought the whole was a dream, but he had the receipt in his hand fairly written and signed by the auld laird ; only the last letters of his name were a little disorderly, written like one seized with sudden pain. Sorely troubled in his mind...