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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Էջ iii
... thing can be clothed in thy verse . Accept them then , and where I have offended , Rase thou it out , and let it be amended . S. P. " 7 notice of Walton forms a very small part . " " The author of the MS . speaks of Walton as a very ...
... thing can be clothed in thy verse . Accept them then , and where I have offended , Rase thou it out , and let it be amended . S. P. " 7 notice of Walton forms a very small part . " " The author of the MS . speaks of Walton as a very ...
Էջ xiii
... thing , ( and my age considered , almost hopeless from my pen ; ) yet I will endeavour to perform my promise , if it were but even for this cause , that in saying somewhat of the life of so deserving a man , I may perchance over - live ...
... thing , ( and my age considered , almost hopeless from my pen ; ) yet I will endeavour to perform my promise , if it were but even for this cause , that in saying somewhat of the life of so deserving a man , I may perchance over - live ...
Էջ xix
... things was so good to him , as to give him such a wife as was suitable to his own desires ; a wife that made his life happy , by being always content when he was cheerful ; that was always cheerful when he was content ; that divided her ...
... things was so good to him , as to give him such a wife as was suitable to his own desires ; a wife that made his life happy , by being always content when he was cheerful ; that was always cheerful when he was content ; that divided her ...
Էջ xxvi
... things 11 Biographia Britannica , edit . 1760 , art . Quarles . 12 See several verses in his Eclogues . 13 It is said in the Biographia Britannica that Quarles died on the 8th September , 1644 ; but according to the following statement ...
... things 11 Biographia Britannica , edit . 1760 , art . Quarles . 12 See several verses in his Eclogues . 13 It is said in the Biographia Britannica that Quarles died on the 8th September , 1644 ; but according to the following statement ...
Էջ xxx
... thing in that period ; but it has been confi- dently stated by many writers that Walton sought seclusion and safety during the civil wars , in a cottage of his own near to his native town of Stafford , where he indulged in his favourite ...
... thing in that period ; but it has been confi- dently stated by many writers that Walton sought seclusion and safety during the civil wars , in a cottage of his own near to his native town of Stafford , where he indulged in his favourite ...
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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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alluded Angling Anne appears April Aston baptized bequeathed Beresford Bishop born brother buried CHALKHILL Charles Cotton Chub Church Cokayne Complete Angler cousin Cranmer dated daughter death died discourse Donne doth edition Elizabeth executor father fish Floud George give happy hath Herbert honest honour Hooker Isaac Izaak Walton John Chalkhill John Marriott John Walton King learned Letters Lichfield living London Lord married Mary memoir mentioned Morley NOTE continued observed Olive Cotton Otter parish person Piscator pleasure Poems poet poor praise printed proved reader recreation Richard RICHARD WALTON river Salisbury Cathedral Sanderson says scholar sing Sir Henry Wotton sister song Stafford tell thee Thomas THOMAS CRANMER Thomas Ken Thomas Walton thou thought tion Trout VARIATION VENATOR verses Vide whilst widow wife William Hawkins William Walton Winchester worth writ write written Zouch
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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...