The Compleat AnglerClarendon Press, 1915 - 398 sider |
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... feathers their reclaiming , dieting , and then come to their rare stories of practice ; I say , if I should enter into these , and many other observations that I could make , it would be much , very much pleasure to me but lest I should ...
... feathers their reclaiming , dieting , and then come to their rare stories of practice ; I say , if I should enter into these , and many other observations that I could make , it would be much , very much pleasure to me but lest I should ...
Side 110
... feathers , and of the feathers under his tail . The third is the stone - fly , in April : the body is made of black wool ; made yellow under the wings and under the tail , and so made with wings of the drake . The fourth is the ruddy ...
... feathers , and of the feathers under his tail . The third is the stone - fly , in April : the body is made of black wool ; made yellow under the wings and under the tail , and so made with wings of the drake . The fourth is the ruddy ...
Side 111
... feathers in his head . The seventh is the sad yellow - fly in June : the body is made of black wool , with a yellow list on either side ; and the wings taken off the wings of a buzzard , bound with black braked hemp . The eighth is the ...
... feathers in his head . The seventh is the sad yellow - fly in June : the body is made of black wool , with a yellow list on either side ; and the wings taken off the wings of a buzzard , bound with black braked hemp . The eighth is the ...
Side 112
... feather as , in your own reason , will make the wings of it , you having withal regard to the bigness or littleness of your hook ; then lay the outmost part of your feather next to your hook , then the point of your 112 PART I THE ...
... feather as , in your own reason , will make the wings of it , you having withal regard to the bigness or littleness of your hook ; then lay the outmost part of your feather next to your hook , then the point of your 112 PART I THE ...
Side 113
... feather , and then take the hackle , silk or crewel , gold or silver thread ; make these fast at the bent of the hook , that is to say , below your arming ; then you must take the hackle , the silver or gold thread , and work it up to ...
... feather , and then take the hackle , silk or crewel , gold or silver thread ; make these fast at the bent of the hook , that is to say , below your arming ; then you must take the hackle , the silver or gold thread , and work it up to ...
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Art of Angling artificial fly bait Barbel Bartas belly better betwixt bite body bottom Bream bred breed called Camden Carp catch caught Charles Cotton Chub colour Compleat Angler Coridon Derbyshire discourse doth doubtless Du Bartas dubbing earth edition excellent feather feed fish flies frog Gesner give Grayling ground-bait hackle hair hath head Hist honest hook Izaak Walton John Chalkhill kind leave let me tell live London look mallard master meat miles minnow month mouth never observed Otter Pike PISCATOR pleasure Pliny pond recreation river river Dove Roach Rondeletius Salmon scholar season silk sing Sir Francis Bacon song spawn sport Stone-fly stream sweet tail taken Tench thank told Trout and Grayling usually VENATOR VIATOR Walton wind wings wool worm yellow
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.