ISBN: 9780217775823

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ... This song, which owes its popularity to the Music, was first sung at the Tenth Annual Dinner of the Manchester Anglers'' Association. Come bring your rods to the sweet green fields, O, come, while the grey dawn the bright sun shields, O, come, share the joy that each streamlet yields, And we''ll all fill our creels of a morning. For the day is awake, and the lark overhead, The bright trout are moving o''er each gravel''y bed; Come, anglers, arise! ere the dew-drop be fled, And the sun spoil the Pride of the Morning. Just for to-day let us fish, while we dream That Care is drowned in the deep, deep stream, And Hope kills Fear with her soft sweet beam, As we all fill our creels of a morning. Down where the mill-tail gently glides, Behold how the March-brown gaily rides, Lo! there, a two-pounder with silv''ry sides, Which we''ll put in our creel of a morning. Chorus (after each verse.) Our gentle craft is devoid of strife, As a happy man and a loving wife, And there is no boon like a quiet life, Or a well-filled creel of a morning. THE ANGLER''S INVITATION. Come lads with me, your ledgers hide, Fair blows the wind this April tide, The streams runs free since winter died So stern and wild; And glad is all the country side As some young child. Melodious birds sing all day long, The river choruses their song, All is pure, for nought is wrong Where guile is lost; We''ve left behind the noisy throng In barter lost. Put on your minnow or your flies, The clouds are soft, the trout will rise, To-day we''ll cheat their watchful eyes By honest skill, And safely landing many a prize, Our baskets fill. There''s murder in the red-capped king, The iron-blue, whose saucy wing Full many a longing eye will bring In trout and swallows; There''s fortune in the dainty... Thomas Evan Pritt, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, An Angler's Basket; Filled In Sunshine And Shade Through The Space Of Forty Years: Being A Collection Of Stories, Quaint Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction This is an OCR edition without illustrations or index. It may have numerous typos or missing text. However, purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original rare book from GeneralBooksClub.com. You can also preview excerpts from the book there. Purchasers are also entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Subtitle: Filled in Sunshine and Shade Through the Space of Forty Years: Being a Collection of Stories, Quaint Sayings, and Remembrances With a Few Angling Hints and Experiences; Original Published by: A. Heywood in 1896 in 179 pages; Subjects: Literary Collections / General;<

ISBN: 9780217775823

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ... This song, which owes its popularity to the Music, was first sung at the Tenth Annual Dinner of the Manchester Anglers'' Association. Come bring your rods to the sweet green fields, O, come, while the grey dawn the bright sun shields, O, come, share the joy that each streamlet yields, And we''ll all fill our creels of a morning. For the day is awake, and the lark overhead, The bright trout are moving o''er each gravel''y bed; Come, anglers, arise! ere the dew-drop be fled, And the sun spoil the Pride of the Morning. Just for to-day let us fish, while we dream That Care is drowned in the deep, deep stream, And Hope kills Fear with her soft sweet beam, As we all fill our creels of a morning. Down where the mill-tail gently glides, Behold how the March-brown gaily rides, Lo! there, a two-pounder with silv''ry sides, Which we''ll put in our creel of a morning. Chorus (after each verse.) Our gentle craft is devoid of strife, As a happy man and a loving wife, And there is no boon like a quiet life, Or a well-filled creel of a morning. THE ANGLER''S INVITATION. Come lads with me, your ledgers hide, Fair blows the wind this April tide, The streams runs free since winter died So stern and wild; And glad is all the country side As some young child. Melodious birds sing all day long, The river choruses their song, All is pure, for nought is wrong Where guile is lost; We''ve left behind the noisy throng In barter lost. Put on your minnow or your flies, The clouds are soft, the trout will rise, To-day we''ll cheat their watchful eyes By honest skill, And safely landing many a prize, Our baskets fill. There''s murder in the red-capped king, The iron-blue, whose saucy wing Full many a longing eye will bring In trout and swallows; There''s fortune in the dainty... Thomas Evan Pritt, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, An Angler's Basket; Filled In Sunshine And Shade Through The Space Of Forty Years: Being A Collection Of Stories, Quaint Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9780217775823

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