The Complete Angler, Or, Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishingproprietors, 1833 - 328 էջ |
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Էջ 77
... of naturalists . It is the female only that is black , the male being brown , with a feathering of hairs on his feet . Of these Linnæus made two species . - J . R. a Grasshopper on the top of a swift stream , THE COMPLETE ANGLER . 77.
... of naturalists . It is the female only that is black , the male being brown , with a feathering of hairs on his feet . Of these Linnæus made two species . - J . R. a Grasshopper on the top of a swift stream , THE COMPLETE ANGLER . 77.
Էջ 81
... a vulgar error , it being well known that its food is Flies and other insects . See Sir Thomas Brown's Inquiry into Vulgar and Common Errors , book iii . chap . 21 . F BULL TROUT . Salmo Fario . - Variety . * THE COMPLETE ANGLER . 81.
... a vulgar error , it being well known that its food is Flies and other insects . See Sir Thomas Brown's Inquiry into Vulgar and Common Errors , book iii . chap . 21 . F BULL TROUT . Salmo Fario . - Variety . * THE COMPLETE ANGLER . 81.
Էջ 105
... brown capon , with his blue feathers in his head . The seventh is the sad Yellow - fly , in June : the body is made of black wool , with a yellow list on either side ; and the wings taken off the wings of a buzzard , bound with black ...
... brown capon , with his blue feathers in his head . The seventh is the sad Yellow - fly , in June : the body is made of black wool , with a yellow list on either side ; and the wings taken off the wings of a buzzard , bound with black ...
Էջ 107
... brown mallard's feather as , in your own reason , will make the wings of it , you having withal regard to the bigness or littleness of your hook ; then lay the outmost part of your feather next to your hook , then the point of your ...
... brown mallard's feather as , in your own reason , will make the wings of it , you having withal regard to the bigness or littleness of your hook ; then lay the outmost part of your feather next to your hook , then the point of your ...
Էջ 108
... brown or sad - coloured heifer , hackles of a cock or a capon , several coloured silk and crewel to make the body of the fly , the feathers of a drake's head , black or brown sheep's wool , or hog's wool or hair , thread of gold and of ...
... brown or sad - coloured heifer , hackles of a cock or a capon , several coloured silk and crewel to make the body of the fly , the feathers of a drake's head , black or brown sheep's wool , or hog's wool or hair , thread of gold and of ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.