The Sportsman and His Dog: Or, Hints on Sporting

J. and D.A. Darling, 1850 - 205 pages

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Page 127 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion ? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Page 198 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
Page 189 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Page 31 - The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o'er the glen their level way; Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path in shadow hid, Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle; Round many an insulated mass, The native bulwarks of the pass...
Page 16 - Hunting the hart in forest green, With bended bow and bloodhound free, For that's the life is meet for me. I hate to learn the ebb of time, From yon dull steeple's drowsy chime, Or mark it as the sunbeams crawl, Inch after inch, along the wall. The lark was wont my matins ring...
Page 31 - THE Stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Page 73 - Quand la perdrix Voit ses petits En danger, et n'ayant qu'une plume nouvelle Qui ne peut fuir encor par les airs le trépas, Elle fait la blessée, et va traînant de l'aile, Attirant le chasseur et le chien sur ses pas , Détourne le danger, sauve ainsi sa famille; Et puis, quand le chasseur croit que son chien la pille, Elle lui dit adieu, prend sa volée et rit De l'homme qui, confus, des yeux en vain la suit.
Page 111 - Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, Oh ! there is sweetness in the mountain air, And life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share.
Page 149 - November, 1755, at the same period with an earthquake at Lisbon. The waters rose and flowed up the lake from east to west with vast impetuosity, breaking over the banks in waves at least three feet high ; and a heavy boat,' laden with wood, was literally carried three times high on shore and then dashed back again by the receding waters till destroyed. At the same period an island on a small lake in Baddanock was literally carried from its base and flung on the main land ; yet at neither the one...
Page 44 - He therefore determined on accompanying us with the dogs to the top of Stroneuich, from which mountain one of the finest views, of the surrounding country, in Scotland is witnessed. .Our other friend, who was all for the grouse, we despatched with the keeper to such points as he might judge desirable ; and with another keeper and a regiment of " gillies," or beaters, we started for Stroneuich ; in the first place, crossing the Lyon in a frail barque, which caused us no little amusement ; the large...

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