The Complete Angler, Or, Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish and Fishing-- |
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Look ! down at the bottom of the hill there , in that meadow , chequered with
Water - lilies and Lady - smocks ; there you may see what work they make ; look !
look ! you may see all busy ; men and dogs ; dogs and men ; all busy . Pisc . Sir , I
am ...
Look ! down at the bottom of the hill there , in that meadow , chequered with
Water - lilies and Lady - smocks ; there you may see what work they make ; look !
look ! you may see all busy ; men and dogs ; dogs and men ; all busy . Pisc . Sir , I
am ...
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Marry ! so he does ; for , look ! he vents in that corner . Now , now , Ringwood has
him : now , he is gone again , and has bit the poor dog . Now Sweetlips has her ;
hold her , Sweetlips ! now all the dogs have her ; some above , and some under ...
Marry ! so he does ; for , look ! he vents in that corner . Now , now , Ringwood has
him : now , he is gone again , and has bit the poor dog . Now Sweetlips has her ;
hold her , Sweetlips ! now all the dogs have her ; some above , and some under ...
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Look you , scholar ; you see I have hold of a good fish : I now see it is a Trout . I
pray , put that net under him ; and touch not my line , for if you do , then we break
all . Well done , scholar : I thank you , Now for another . Trust me , I have another
...
Look you , scholar ; you see I have hold of a good fish : I now see it is a Trout . I
pray , put that net under him ; and touch not my line , for if you do , then we break
all . Well done , scholar : I thank you , Now for another . Trust me , I have another
...
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Well , Sir , your raillery upon our mountains has brought us almost home ; and
look you where the same river of Dove has again met us to bid you welcome ,
and to invite you to a dish of Trouts to - morrow . Viat . Is this the same we saw at
the ...
Well , Sir , your raillery upon our mountains has brought us almost home ; and
look you where the same river of Dove has again met us to bid you welcome ,
and to invite you to a dish of Trouts to - morrow . Viat . Is this the same we saw at
the ...
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Give me that bag again , sirrah : look you , Sir , there is a hook , towght , silk , and
a feather for the wings : be doing with those , and I will look you out a dubbing
that I think will do . Viat . This is a very little hook . Pisc . That may serve to inform
...
Give me that bag again , sirrah : look you , Sir , there is a hook , towght , silk , and
a feather for the wings : be doing with those , and I will look you out a dubbing
that I think will do . Viat . This is a very little hook . Pisc . That may serve to inform
...
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