The Compleat AnglerClarendon Press, 1915 - 398 էջ |
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... seasons , for the taking of any fish , in pond or river . ... By J. D. Esquire , 1613. He calls the author John Davors , but his real name was probably Dennys . A book from which Walton borrowed much , chiefly with regard to the trout ...
... seasons , for the taking of any fish , in pond or river . ... By J. D. Esquire , 1613. He calls the author John Davors , but his real name was probably Dennys . A book from which Walton borrowed much , chiefly with regard to the trout ...
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... season ; as may appear by three rivers in Monmouth- shire , namely Severn , Wye , and Usk , where Camden ( Brit . f . 633 ) observes , that in the river Wye , Salmon are in season from September to April ; and we are certain , that in ...
... season ; as may appear by three rivers in Monmouth- shire , namely Severn , Wye , and Usk , where Camden ( Brit . f . 633 ) observes , that in the river Wye , Salmon are in season from September to April ; and we are certain , that in ...
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... seasons , as namely the Laverock , the Tit - lark , the little Linnet , and the honest Robin that loves mankind both alive and dead . But the Nightingale , another of my airy creatures , breathes such sweet loud music out of her little ...
... seasons , as namely the Laverock , the Tit - lark , the little Linnet , and the honest Robin that loves mankind both alive and dead . But the Nightingale , another of my airy creatures , breathes such sweet loud music out of her little ...
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... seasons ; for it is observed , that he comes in and goes out of season with the stag and buck . Gesner says , his name is of a German offspring ; and says he is a fish that feeds clean and purely , in the swiftest streams , and on the ...
... seasons ; for it is observed , that he comes in and goes out of season with the stag and buck . Gesner says , his name is of a German offspring ; and says he is a fish that feeds clean and purely , in the swiftest streams , and on the ...
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... season they cut very white ; and none of these have been known to be caught with an angle , unless it were one that was caught by Sir George Hastings , ( an excellent angler , and now with God , ) and he hath told me , he thought that ...
... season they cut very white ; and none of these have been known to be caught with an angle , unless it were one that was caught by Sir George Hastings , ( an excellent angler , and now with God , ) and he hath told me , he thought that ...
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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.