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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Արդյունքներ 57–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... sport and pastime , made by L. M. 4to . London , 1590 , 1596 , 1600 . It appears by a variety of evidence , that the person meant by these initials was one Leonard Mascall , an author who wrote on planting and grafting , and also on ...
... sport and pastime , made by L. M. 4to . London , 1590 , 1596 , 1600 . It appears by a variety of evidence , that the person meant by these initials was one Leonard Mascall , an author who wrote on planting and grafting , and also on ...
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... sport fail him , the angler , " says she , " atte the leest , hath his holsom walke , and mery at his ease , a swete ayre of the swete sauoure of the mede floures , that makyth him hungry ; he hereth the melodyous armony of fowles ; he ...
... sport fail him , the angler , " says she , " atte the leest , hath his holsom walke , and mery at his ease , a swete ayre of the swete sauoure of the mede floures , that makyth him hungry ; he hereth the melodyous armony of fowles ; he ...
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... sport would fit the wish O ' th ' epicure , and fill his dish . In this clear stream let fall a grub , And straight take up a dace or chub . I ' th ' mud , your worm provokes a snig , Which being fast , if it prove big , The Gotham ...
... sport would fit the wish O ' th ' epicure , and fill his dish . In this clear stream let fall a grub , And straight take up a dace or chub . I ' th ' mud , your worm provokes a snig , Which being fast , if it prove big , The Gotham ...
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... sport and scoff at anglers . Auceps . And I profess myself a falconer , and have heard many grave , serious men pity them , it is such a heavy , contemp- tible , dull , recreation . Piscator . You know , gentlemen , it is an easy thing ...
... sport and scoff at anglers . Auceps . And I profess myself a falconer , and have heard many grave , serious men pity them , it is such a heavy , contemp- tible , dull , recreation . Piscator . You know , gentlemen , it is an easy thing ...
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... sport , and was told none ; " But , " added the gentleman , I have only been here two hours . " The Doctor continued his journey ; and , on his return in the evening , found the angler at the same spot , and repeated his inquiry ...
... sport , and was told none ; " But , " added the gentleman , I have only been here two hours . " The Doctor continued his journey ; and , on his return in the evening , found the angler at the same spot , and repeated his inquiry ...
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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.