The Complete Angler, Or, Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and FishingW. & R. Chambers, 1833 - 328 страници |
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... shew how long angling has been looked on as an auxiliary to contem- plation . " Also ye shall not use this forsayd crafty dysporte , for no couetysenes , to the encreasynge and sparynge of your money oonly ; but pryncypally for your ...
... shew how long angling has been looked on as an auxiliary to contem- plation . " Also ye shall not use this forsayd crafty dysporte , for no couetysenes , to the encreasynge and sparynge of your money oonly ; but pryncypally for your ...
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... shew how I can perform it , to furnish my lord's table only with trouts , as it is furnished with flesh , for sixteen or twenty dishes . And I have a desire to preserve their health , ( with the help of God , ) to go dry in their boots ...
... shew how I can perform it , to furnish my lord's table only with trouts , as it is furnished with flesh , for sixteen or twenty dishes . And I have a desire to preserve their health , ( with the help of God , ) to go dry in their boots ...
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... shew ourselves ignorant of the nature of that felicity to which it is possible , even in this life , for virtuous and good men , with the blessing of God , to arrive . COPY OF WALTON'S WILL . August the ninth , one thousand six hundred ...
... shew ourselves ignorant of the nature of that felicity to which it is possible , even in this life , for virtuous and good men , with the blessing of God , to arrive . COPY OF WALTON'S WILL . August the ninth , one thousand six hundred ...
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... shew kindness to him if he shall neede , and my son can spare it . And I do hereby will and declare my son Izaak to be my sole executor of this my last will and testament ; and Dr Hawkins , to see that he performs it ; which I doubt not ...
... shew kindness to him if he shall neede , and my son can spare it . And I do hereby will and declare my son Izaak to be my sole executor of this my last will and testament ; and Dr Hawkins , to see that he performs it ; which I doubt not ...
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... shew his white , or a piece of soft cheese , will usually do as well . Nay , sometimes a worm , or any kind of This fearfulness of fishes of shadows seems to me to disprove Walton's opinion of their quick - sightedness , inasmuch as ...
... shew his white , or a piece of soft cheese , will usually do as well . Nay , sometimes a worm , or any kind of This fearfulness of fishes of shadows seems to me to disprove Walton's opinion of their quick - sightedness , inasmuch as ...
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Страница 112 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, — For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, — And thou must die.
Страница 114 - ... hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness as these silent silver streams, which we now see glide so quietly by us. Indeed, my good scholar, we may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, " Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did...
Страница 88 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break...
Страница 86 - Her voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it: it was that smooth song which was made by Kit Marlow now at least fifty years ago. And the milk-maid's mother sung an answer to it which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days. They were oldfashioned poetry, but choicely good; I think much better than the strong lines which are now in fashion in this critical age.
Страница 236 - Dear Solitude, the soul's best friend, That man acquainted with himself dost make, And all his Maker's wonders to intend. With thee I here converse at will, And would be -glad to do so still, For it is thou alone that keep'st the soul awake.
Страница 87 - Slippers, lined choicely for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw, and ivy buds, With coral clasps, and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Страница 46 - But the nightingale,' another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music, out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased.
Страница 85 - And the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to have a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose hill.
Страница 217 - In the loose rhymes of every poetaster — Could I be more than any man that lives, Great, fair, rich, wise, all in superlatives; Yet I more freely would these gifts resign, Than ever fortune would have made them mine ; And hold one minute of this holy leisure Beyond the riches of this empty pleasure.
Страница 88 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.