The Complete Angler, Or, The Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being a Discourse of Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishing, Հատոր 1Nattali and Bond, 1860 |
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... look , And see his statue in a sheet of stone ; And sure his body in the grave hath one : Those sheets present him dead - these , if you buy , You have him living to eternity . Jo . MAR . " 27 The following variations occur in the next ...
... look , And see his statue in a sheet of stone ; And sure his body in the grave hath one : Those sheets present him dead - these , if you buy , You have him living to eternity . Jo . MAR . " 27 The following variations occur in the next ...
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... look down and see me , the poorest , the meanest of all his friends , in the midst of this officious duty , con- fident I am , that he will not disdain this well meant sacrifice to his memory : for , whilst his conversation made me and ...
... look down and see me , the poorest , the meanest of all his friends , in the midst of this officious duty , con- fident I am , that he will not disdain this well meant sacrifice to his memory : for , whilst his conversation made me and ...
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... look Daily for such disbursements ; no , ' tis rare , And should be cast up with thy richest ware . Reader , if thou be any or all three ; ( For these may meet and make a harmony ) Then praise this author for his useful pains Whose aim ...
... look Daily for such disbursements ; no , ' tis rare , And should be cast up with thy richest ware . Reader , if thou be any or all three ; ( For these may meet and make a harmony ) Then praise this author for his useful pains Whose aim ...
Էջ xxi
... looks , and sighs ; the ground - work must receive Such characters or be adjudg'd unfit For my friend's shroud : others have shew'd their wit , Learning , and language fitly ; for these be Debts due to his great merits ; but for me , My ...
... looks , and sighs ; the ground - work must receive Such characters or be adjudg'd unfit For my friend's shroud : others have shew'd their wit , Learning , and language fitly ; for these be Debts due to his great merits ; but for me , My ...
Էջ xxiii
... look back upon the ruin of families , the blood- shed , the decay of common honesty , and how the former piety and plain - dealing of this now sinful nation is turned into cruelty and cunning ; when I consider this , I praise God that ...
... look back upon the ruin of families , the blood- shed , the decay of common honesty , and how the former piety and plain - dealing of this now sinful nation is turned into cruelty and cunning ; when I consider this , I praise God that ...
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The Complete Angler, Or, The Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being ..., Հատոր 1 Izaak Walton,Charles Cotton Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1860 |
The Complete Angler, Or, The Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being ..., Հատոր 1 Izaak Walton,Charles Cotton Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1860 |
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Էջ 120 - 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, 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 116 - 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 92 - If a bird's nest chance to be before thee in the way in any tree, or on the ground, whether they be young ones, or eggs, and the dam sitting upon the young, or upon the eggs, thou shalt not take the dam with the young...
Էջ cxxxiii - THERE are no colours in the fairest sky So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing.
Էջ cxxi - 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 116 - There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Էջ cxxi - Lark, when she means to rejoice, to cheer herself and those that hear her, she then quits the earth, and sings as she ascends higher into the air; and having ended her heavenly employment, grows then mute and sad to think she must descend to the dull earth, which she would not touch but for necessity.
Էջ 40 - And Jesus, when he was baptized, went up straightway out of the water : and lo, the heavens were opened unto him, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove, and lighting upon him : And lo a voice from heaven, saying, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.
Էջ 78 - Nature seem'd in love ; The lusty sap began to move ; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines ; And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly ; There stood my friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill...