The Compleat AnglerClarendon Press, 1915 - 398 էջ |
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Արդյունքներ 75–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... head - in his frank innocence and generosity , in his blithe friendliness and tenderness , and his broad - minded charity . He was , however , no pliable , easy - going man , on affable terms with every- body ; for , as Cotton observes ...
... head - in his frank innocence and generosity , in his blithe friendliness and tenderness , and his broad - minded charity . He was , however , no pliable , easy - going man , on affable terms with every- body ; for , as Cotton observes ...
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... heads of which I have spoken . But no more at present . VENATOR . Well , Sir , and I will now take my turn , and will first begin with a commendation of the Earth , as you have done most excellently of the Air ; the Earth being that ...
... heads of which I have spoken . But no more at present . VENATOR . Well , Sir , and I will now take my turn , and will first begin with a commendation of the Earth , as you have done most excellently of the Air ; the Earth being that ...
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... head , Still blushing , rise from old Tithonus ' bed . The hills and mountains raised from the plains , The plains extended level with the ground , The grounds divided into sundry veins , The veins enclos'd with rivers running round ...
... head , Still blushing , rise from old Tithonus ' bed . The hills and mountains raised from the plains , The plains extended level with the ground , The grounds divided into sundry veins , The veins enclos'd with rivers running round ...
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... head of a large Cheven , the throat being well washed , is the best part of him , I will say no more of this fish at the present , but wish you may catch the next you fish for . But , lest you may judge me too nice in urging to have the ...
... head of a large Cheven , the throat being well washed , is the best part of him , I will say no more of this fish at the present , but wish you may catch the next you fish for . But , lest you may judge me too nice in urging to have the ...
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... head till his death . And you are to know , that he will about , especially before , the time of his spawning , get almost miracu- lously through weirs and flood - gates against the stream ; even through such high and swift places as is ...
... head till his death . And you are to know , that he will about , especially before , the time of his spawning , get almost miracu- lously through weirs and flood - gates against the stream ; even through such high and swift places as is ...
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Էջ 118 - 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 Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. My music shows ye have your closes. And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Էջ 117 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, 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 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.
Էջ 239 - Here's no fantastic masque, nor dance, But of our kids that frisk and prance ; Nor wars are seen, Unless upon the green Two harmless lambs are butting one the...
Էջ 339 - In the artificial night, Your gloomy entrails make, Have I taken, do I take ! How oft when grief has made me fly, To hide me from society Even of my dearest friends, have I, In your recesses' friendly shade, All my sorrows open laid, And my most secret woes, intrusted to your privacy ! Lord!
Էջ 197 - tis beloved by many: Other joys Are but toys, Only this Lawful is; For our skill Breeds no ill, But content and pleasure. In a morning up we rise, Ere Aurora's peeping : Drink a cup to wash our eyes, Leave the sluggard sleeping: Then we go To and fro, With our knacks At our backs, To such streams As the Thames, If we have the leisure.
Էջ 88 - ... 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.
Էջ 338 - How calm and quiet a delight Is it, alone, To read and meditate and write, By none offended, and offending none ! To walk, ride, sit, or sleep at one's own ease ; And, pleasing a man's self, none other to displease.
Էջ 58 - Let me live harmlessly, and near the brink Of Trent or Avon have a dwelling-place, Where I may see my quill, or cork, down sink. With eager bite of pike, or bleak, or dace ; And on the world and my Creator think : Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t' embrace ; And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or worse, in war, or wantonness.
Էջ 121 - And raise my low-pitched thoughts above Earth, or what poor mortals love : Thus, free from lawsuits, and the noise Of princes' courts, I would rejoice. Or, with my Bryan and a book, Loiter long days near Shawford brook.