The Complete AnglerRoutledge, Warnes and Routledge, 1859 - 313 sider |
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... called after his father , Izaak , a daughter , named Anne , after herself . The son entered into holy orders , and became chaplain to Dr. Seth Ward , bishop of Sarum , by whose favour he attained to the dignity of a canon residentiary ...
... called after his father , Izaak , a daughter , named Anne , after herself . The son entered into holy orders , and became chaplain to Dr. Seth Ward , bishop of Sarum , by whose favour he attained to the dignity of a canon residentiary ...
Side vii
... called Prior Silksteed's chapel on a large black flat marble stone is this inscription to his memory , the poetry whereof has very little to recommend it . : HERE RESTETH THE BODY OF MR . ISAAC WALTON , WHO DYED THE 15TH OF DECEMBER ...
... called Prior Silksteed's chapel on a large black flat marble stone is this inscription to his memory , the poetry whereof has very little to recommend it . : HERE RESTETH THE BODY OF MR . ISAAC WALTON , WHO DYED THE 15TH OF DECEMBER ...
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... called falcons , that Walton's " Auceps " was not an adept in the art of hawking . The blood - red rook , the French pye , and the raven , are not falcons at all , and were never trained to fly at winged game . Of the other birds named ...
... called falcons , that Walton's " Auceps " was not an adept in the art of hawking . The blood - red rook , the French pye , and the raven , are not falcons at all , and were never trained to fly at winged game . Of the other birds named ...
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... called the friend of God , and knew the mind of the Almighty , names this element the first in the creation ; this is the element upon which the Spirit of God did first move , and is the chief ingredient in the creation : many ...
... called the friend of God , and knew the mind of the Almighty , names this element the first in the creation ; this is the element upon which the Spirit of God did first move , and is the chief ingredient in the creation : many ...
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... called Mole , that after it has run several miles , being opposed by hills , finds or makes itself a way under ground , and breaks out again so far off , that the inhabitants there- about boast , as the Spaniards do of their river Anus ...
... called Mole , that after it has run several miles , being opposed by hills , finds or makes itself a way under ground , and breaks out again so far off , that the inhabitants there- about boast , as the Spaniards do of their river Anus ...
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Side 69 - 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 92 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, Sweet dews 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 you have your closes — And all must die.
Side 68 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Side 68 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Side 68 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Side 66 - Look ! under that broad beech tree I sat down, when I was last this way a-fishing ; and the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to have a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree near to the brow of that primrose hill.
Side 66 - ... 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 my soul with content, that I thought, as the poet has happily expressed it, " I was for that time lifted above earth, And possessed joys not promised...
Side 230 - Therefore be sure you look to that. And, in the next place, look to your health, and if you have it praise God, and value it next to a good conscience ; for health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of— a blessing that money cannot buy, — and therefore value it, and be thankful for it.
Side 28 - Doubt not, therefore, sir, but that angling is an art, and an art worth your learning. The question is rather, whether you be capable of learning it ? for angling is somewhat like poetry, — men are to be born so: I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice; but he that hopes to be a good angler must not only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself;...
Side 95 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...