The Compleat AnglerClarendon Press, 1915 - 398 էջ |
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... thought on't , and almost as often resolved to go pre- sently about it ) , I was forced , upon the instant , to scribble what I here present you : which I have also endeavoured to accommodate to your own method . And , if mine be clear ...
... thought on't , and almost as often resolved to go pre- sently about it ) , I was forced , upon the instant , to scribble what I here present you : which I have also endeavoured to accommodate to your own method . And , if mine be clear ...
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... thought worthy the pens and practices of divers in other Nations , that have been reputed men of great Learning and Wisdom , and amongst those of this nation , I remember Sir Henry Wotton ( a dear lover of this Art ) has told me that ...
... thought worthy the pens and practices of divers in other Nations , that have been reputed men of great Learning and Wisdom , and amongst those of this nation , I remember Sir Henry Wotton ( a dear lover of this Art ) has told me that ...
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... thought fit to give thee this notice . When I have told the Reader , that in this fifth impression there are many enlargements , gathered both by my own observation , and the communica- tion with friends , I shall stay him no longer ...
... thought fit to give thee this notice . When I have told the Reader , that in this fifth impression there are many enlargements , gathered both by my own observation , and the communica- tion with friends , I shall stay him no longer ...
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... thoughts you find Your harassed , not busied , mind In sable melancholy clad , Distemper'd , serious , turning sad ; Hence fetch your cure , cast in your bait , All anxious thoughts and cares will straight Fly with such speed , they'll ...
... thoughts you find Your harassed , not busied , mind In sable melancholy clad , Distemper'd , serious , turning sad ; Hence fetch your cure , cast in your bait , All anxious thoughts and cares will straight Fly with such speed , they'll ...
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... no need to borrow their thoughts to think ourselves so happy . No , no , Sir , we enjoy a contentedness above the reach of such dispositions , and as the learned and ingenuous Montaigne1 22 PART I THE COMPLEAT ANGLER.
... no need to borrow their thoughts to think ourselves so happy . No , no , Sir , we enjoy a contentedness above the reach of such dispositions , and as the learned and ingenuous Montaigne1 22 PART I THE COMPLEAT ANGLER.
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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.