The Sportsman, Volumes 4-5

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Rogerson & Tuxford, 1838 - Fishing
Vols. for 1839-70 include separately paged section Turf register (called 1839-43 Turf calendar); vols. for also include Coursing calendar and Racing and steeplechase calendar.
 

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Page 143 - His Master's dead, — and no one now Dwells in the Hall of Ivor; Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead; He is the sole survivor.
Page 353 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Page 156 - When He uttereth His voice, there is a multitude of waters in the heavens, and He causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth ; He maketh lightnings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of His treasures.
Page 210 - Thus gamesters united in friendship are found. Though they know that their industry all Is a cheat; They flock to their prey at the dice-box's sound. And join to promote one another's deceit. But if by mishap They fail of a chap, To keep in their hands, they each other entrap. Like pikes, lank with hunger, who miss of their ends, They hite their companions, and prey on their friends.
Page 20 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Page 45 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 125 - MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS. MY heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer ; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of valour, the country of worth ; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Page 345 - It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to...
Page 22 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 184 - There was good number entertained with good cheer by the chamberlain ; and after dinner they went to hunting the fox. There was a great cry for a mile, and at length the hounds killed him at the end of St Giles's. Great hallowing at his death, and blowing of homes ; and thence the lord maior, with all his company, rode through London to his place in Lombard- street.

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