The Complete Angler, Or, The Contemplative Man's RecreationPrivately printed for the Navarre Society Limited, 1925 - 445 sider |
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... dubbing you are to make the several flies I shall hereafter name to you . In making a fly , then , which is not a Hackle , or Palmer - fly , ( for of those , and their several kinds , we shall have occasion to speak every month in the ...
... dubbing you are to make the several flies I shall hereafter name to you . In making a fly , then , which is not a Hackle , or Palmer - fly , ( for of those , and their several kinds , we shall have occasion to speak every month in the ...
Side 327
... - lish , a very unnatural and shapeless fly . Which being done , cut away the end of your towght , and fasten it . And then take your dubbing which is to make the body of your fly , as much as you think CHAP . V. ] 327 THE COMPLETE ANGLER .
... - lish , a very unnatural and shapeless fly . Which being done , cut away the end of your towght , and fasten it . And then take your dubbing which is to make the body of your fly , as much as you think CHAP . V. ] 327 THE COMPLETE ANGLER .
Side 328
... dubbing from the silk ; and then , with the bare silk , whip it once or twice about , make the wings to stand in due order , fasten , and cut it off : after which with the point of a needle raise up the dubbing gently from the warp ...
... dubbing from the silk ; and then , with the bare silk , whip it once or twice about , make the wings to stand in due order , fasten , and cut it off : after which with the point of a needle raise up the dubbing gently from the warp ...
Side 330
... dubbing - bag here pres- ently . And now , Sir , since I find you so honest a man , I will make no scruple to lay open my treasure before you . VIAT . Did ever any one see the like ! What a heap of trumpery is here ! certainly never an ...
... dubbing - bag here pres- ently . And now , Sir , since I find you so honest a man , I will make no scruple to lay open my treasure before you . VIAT . Did ever any one see the like ! What a heap of trumpery is here ! certainly never an ...
Side 331
... dubbing ; thus I work it up towards the head ; thus I part my wings ; thus I nip my super- fluous dubbing from my silk ; thus fasten ; thus trim and adjust my fly : and there's a fly made . And now how do you like it ? ― VIAT . In ...
... dubbing ; thus I work it up towards the head ; thus I part my wings ; thus I nip my super- fluous dubbing from my silk ; thus fasten ; thus trim and adjust my fly : and there's a fly made . And now how do you like it ? ― VIAT . In ...
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Side 116 - ... there I sat viewing the silver streams glide silently towards their centre, the tempestuous sea; yet sometimes opposed by rugged roots, and pebblestones, which broke their waves and turned them into foam: and sometimes I beguiled time by viewing the harmless lambs; some leaping securely in the cool shade, whilst others sported themselves in the cheerful sun; and saw others craving comfort from the swollen udders of their bleating dams. As I thus sat, these and other sights had so fully possessed...
Side 54 - 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. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say...
Side 118 - 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.
Side 187 - I mean the arming-wire, through his mouth. and out at his gills ; and then with a fine needle and silk sew the upper part of his leg, with only one stitch, to the arming- wire of your hook ; or tie the frog's leg above the upper joint to the armed wire ; and in so doing, use him as though you loved him, that is, harm him as little as you may possibly, that he may live the longer.
Side 119 - 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.
Side 72 - But who hath praise enough ? nay, who hath any "? None can express thy works, but he that knows them ; And none can know thy works, which are so many, And so complete, but only he that owes them.
Side 85 - daubed nest : The groves already did rejoice In Philomel's triumphing voice; The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail, and now She trips to milk the sand-red cow, — Where, for some sturdy foot-ball swain, Joan strokes a syllabub or twain. The fields and gardens were beset With tulips, crocus, violet ; And now, though late, the modest rose Did more than half a blush disclose.
Side 7 - FAREWELL, thou busy world, and may We never meet again; Here I can eat, and sleep, and pray, And do more good in one short day Than he who his whole age out-wears Upon the most conspicuous theatres, Where nought but vanity and vice appears.
Side 9 - O my beloved nymph, fair Dove, Princess of rivers, how I love Upon thy flowery banks to lie, And view thy silver stream, When gilded by a Summer's beam! And in it all thy wanton fry Playing at liberty, And, with my angle, upon them The all of treachery I ever learned industriously to try!
Side 10 - Here in this despised recess, Would I, maugre winter's cold And the summer's worst excess, Try to live out to sixty full years old ; And, all the while, Without an envious eye On any thriving under Fortune's smile, Contented live, and then contented die.