The Complete Angler of Izaak Walton and Charles Cotton:: Extensively Embellished with Engravings on Copper and Wood, from Original Paintings and Drawings, by First Rate Artists. To which are Added, an Introductory Essay; the Linnæan Arrangement of the Various River Fish Delineated in the Work; and Illustrative Notes..John Major, Fleet-Street, adjoining Serjeant's Inn., 1824 - 416 sider |
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... hours do we keep ! How quietly we sleep ! What peace ! what unanimity ! How innocent from the lewd fashion , Is all our business , all our recreation ! III . Oh , how happy here's our leisure ! Oh , how innocent our pleasure ! Oh , ye ...
... hours do we keep ! How quietly we sleep ! What peace ! what unanimity ! How innocent from the lewd fashion , Is all our business , all our recreation ! III . Oh , how happy here's our leisure ! Oh , how innocent our pleasure ! Oh , ye ...
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... hour . The selection of a few passages from his various editors and disinterested eulogists , will best prove the assertion ; a slight glance , however , at the ear- liest English work on Angling , seems to be first ne- cessary , for ...
... hour . The selection of a few passages from his various editors and disinterested eulogists , will best prove the assertion ; a slight glance , however , at the ear- liest English work on Angling , seems to be first ne- cessary , for ...
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... hour , before I had completely satified the sentiment ' and con- vinced myself of the truth of Izaak Walton's opi- nion , that angling is something like poetry — a man must be born to it . ' I hooked myself instead of the fish ; tangled ...
... hour , before I had completely satified the sentiment ' and con- vinced myself of the truth of Izaak Walton's opi- nion , that angling is something like poetry — a man must be born to it . ' I hooked myself instead of the fish ; tangled ...
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... hour , Nor reads a moral lesson in each flower ? With kindred Poachers , be he doom'd to wrangle , Disown'd by all true Brothers of the Angle ! Whose opportunities of " Contemplation , " Complete and crown the darling " Recreation ...
... hour , Nor reads a moral lesson in each flower ? With kindred Poachers , be he doom'd to wrangle , Disown'd by all true Brothers of the Angle ! Whose opportunities of " Contemplation , " Complete and crown the darling " Recreation ...
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... hours , even as a shadow , that passeth away , and returns not . And next let me add this , that he that likes not the book should like the excellent picture of the Trout , and some of the other fish ; which I may take a liberty to com ...
... hours , even as a shadow , that passeth away , and returns not . And next let me add this , that he that likes not the book should like the excellent picture of the Trout , and some of the other fish ; which I may take a liberty to com ...
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Side 79 - 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...
Side 78 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Side 9 - 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.
Side 75 - ... 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.
Side 114 - 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. 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.
Side 43 - 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. Let them that will, these pastimes still pursue, And on such pleasing fancies feed their fill; So I the fields and meadows green may view, And daily by fresh rivers walk at will, Among the daisies and the violets blue, Red hyacinth and yellow daffodil.
Side 80 - ... 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 43 - With eager bite of perch, or bleak, or dace ; And on the world and my Creator think : Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods...
Side 43 - With the swift pilgrim's 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. Thus all looks gay and full of...
Side 118 - Indeed, my good scholar, we may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, " Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did ; " and so, if I might be judge, " God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.