The Compleat AnglerClarendon Press, 1915 - 398 sider |
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Side 21
... keep Otter - dogs ought to have pensions from the King , to encourage them to destroy the very breed of those base Otters , they do so much mischief . VENATOR . But what say you to the Foxes of the Nation , would not you as willingly ...
... keep Otter - dogs ought to have pensions from the King , to encourage them to destroy the very breed of those base Otters , they do so much mischief . VENATOR . But what say you to the Foxes of the Nation , would not you as willingly ...
Side 22
... keep it ; men that are condemned to be rich , and then always busy or discontented for these poor - rich - men , we Anglers pity them perfectly , and stand in no need to borrow their thoughts to think ourselves so happy . No , no , Sir ...
... keep it ; men that are condemned to be rich , and then always busy or discontented for these poor - rich - men , we Anglers pity them perfectly , and stand in no need to borrow their thoughts to think ourselves so happy . No , no , Sir ...
Side 31
... as we see it daily doth those that venture upon the sea , and are there shipwracked , drowned , and left to feed Haddocks ; when we that are so wise as to keep ourselves on earth , walk , СНАР . І THE COMPLEAT ANGLER 31.
... as we see it daily doth those that venture upon the sea , and are there shipwracked , drowned , and left to feed Haddocks ; when we that are so wise as to keep ourselves on earth , walk , СНАР . І THE COMPLEAT ANGLER 31.
Side 32
Izaak Walton. wise as to keep ourselves on earth , walk , and talk , and live , and eat , and drink , and go a hunting : of which recreation I will say a little , and then leave Mr. Piscator to the commendation of Angling . Hunting is a ...
Izaak Walton. wise as to keep ourselves on earth , walk , and talk , and live , and eat , and drink , and go a hunting : of which recreation I will say a little , and then leave Mr. Piscator to the commendation of Angling . Hunting is a ...
Side 38
... keep you both . PISCATOR . Well , now , Mr. Venator , you shall neither want time nor my attention to hear you enlarge your discourse concerning hunting . VENATOR . Not I , Sir : I remember you said that Angling itself was of great ...
... keep you both . PISCATOR . Well , now , Mr. Venator , you shall neither want time nor my attention to hear you enlarge your discourse concerning hunting . VENATOR . Not I , Sir : I remember you said that Angling itself was of great ...
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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.