 And the withe-woven pannier lies flung on the mead ; He looks to the lake through its fane of green trees, And sighs for the curl of the low summer breeze.  The Sportsman - Pagina 1011842Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1839 - 894 pagina’s
...I. " O waken, winds, waken ! the waters are still. And silence and sunlight recline on the hill; The angler is watching beside the green springs For the low welcome sound of your wandering wings ! " His rod is nnwielded, his tackle unfreed, And the withe-woven pannier lies flung on the mead ;... | |
 | Thomas Tod Stoddart - 1837 - 260 pagina’s
...tosften ! O waken, winds, waken ! the waters are still, And silence and sunlight recline on the hill; The angler is watching, beside the green springs, For...your wandering wings ! II. His rod is unwielded, his tackle's unfreed, And the withe- woven pannier lies flung on the mead ; He looks to the lake, through... | |
 | Thomas Tod Stoddart - 1837 - 254 pagina’s
...bay. IT. O waken, winds, waken ! wherever asleep, On cldud or dark mountain, or down in the deep ; The angler is watching, beside the green springs, For the low, welcome sound of your wandering wings. Otter. There is no need to invoke the elements at present; the blast is bitter enough, and with pitiless... | |
 | John William Carleton - 1839 - 524 pagina’s
...O ! waken, winds, waken ! the waters are still, And silence and sunlight recline on the hill ; The angler is watching beside the green springs, For the low welcome sound of your wandering wings. His rod is unwielded, his tackle unfreed, And the withe-woven pannier lies flung on the mead ; He looks... | |
 | Thomas Tod Stoddart - 1839 - 240 pagina’s
...bay. IV. O waken, winds, waken ! wherever asleep, On cloud or dark mountain, or down in the deep ; The angler is watching, beside the green springs, For the low welcome sound of your wandering wings. SONNET. THE fellow-anglers of my youthful days, (Of past realities we form our dream,) I watch them... | |
 | 1839 - 876 pagina’s
...О waken, wind», waken ! the waters are still, And silence and sunlight recline on the hill ; The angler is watching beside the green springs For the low welcome sound of your wandering wings ! " His rod is unwielded, his tackle unfreed, And the withe-woven pannier lies flung on the mead ;... | |
 | 1839 - 894 pagina’s
...winds, waken ! the waters are still. And silence and sunlight recline on the hill; The angler is waWhing beside the green springs For the low welcome sound of your wandering wings ! " His rod is unwielded, his tackle unfreed, And the withe-woven pannier lies flung on the mead ;... | |
 | John William Carleton - 1867 - 1254 pagina’s
...The waters are etill , And silence and sunlight recline on the hill ; The angler Is watching betide the green springs For the low welcome sound of your wandering wings. His rod it unwielded, liis tackle unfrecd, And the withe-woven panniers he's flung on the mead ; He... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint, John Holmes Agnew - 1850 - 570 pagina’s
...waken, winds, waken ! the waters are still, And in silence tho sun-light reclines on the hill, While the angler is watching beside the green springs For the low welcome sound of your wandering wings. ' His rod Hes beside him, his tackle unfrecd, And his withe-covered pannier ia flung on the mead, Aa... | |
 | 1850 - 818 pagina’s
...winds ! waken wherever asleep, In the cloud, in the mountain, or down in the deep ; For the angler in watching beside the green springs For the low welcome sound of your wandering wings.' ' О waken, winds, waken ! the waters ore still, And in silence the sun-light reclines on the hill,... | |
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