The Complete Angler, Or, Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishingproprietors, 1833 - 328 sider |
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Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishing Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton John Hawkins, James Rennie. that he had erected near his dwelling , on the bank of the little river Dove , which divides the counties of Stafford and ...
Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishing Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton John Hawkins, James Rennie. that he had erected near his dwelling , on the bank of the little river Dove , which divides the counties of Stafford and ...
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Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishing Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton John Hawkins, James Rennie. severe , sour complexioned man , then I here disallow thee to be a compe- tent judge ; for divines say , there are ...
Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishing Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton John Hawkins, James Rennie. severe , sour complexioned man , then I here disallow thee to be a compe- tent judge ; for divines say , there are ...
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Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishing Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton John Hawkins, James Rennie. COMMENDATORY VERSES . TO MY DEAR BROTHER , IZAAK WALTON , UPON HIS COMPLETE ANGLER . ERASMUS , in his learned Colloquies ...
Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishing Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton John Hawkins, James Rennie. COMMENDATORY VERSES . TO MY DEAR BROTHER , IZAAK WALTON , UPON HIS COMPLETE ANGLER . ERASMUS , in his learned Colloquies ...
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Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishing Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton John Hawkins, James Rennie. pious , wise founders of colleges , for which we should be ashamed , hath doubtless been the chief cause of those many ...
Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishing Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton John Hawkins, James Rennie. pious , wise founders of colleges , for which we should be ashamed , hath doubtless been the chief cause of those many ...
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Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishing Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton John Hawkins, James Rennie. measure of hope and patience , and a love and propensity to the art itself ; but having once got and practised it , then ...
Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishing Izaak Walton, Charles Cotton John Hawkins, James Rennie. measure of hope and patience , and a love and propensity to the art itself ; but having once got and practised it , then ...
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Side 72 - 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 98 - ... hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness as these silent silver streams, which we now see glide so quietly by us. 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...
Side 71 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Side 69 - 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 96 - 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.
Side 98 - 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 dew-drops kiss these flowers, And then...
Side 70 - Her voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it: it was that smooth song which was made by Kit Marlow now at least fifty years ago. And the milk-maid's mother sung an answer to it which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days. They were oldfashioned poetry, but choicely good; I think much better than the strong lines which are now in fashion in this critical age.
Side 38 - 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; but having once got and practised it, then doubt not but angling will prove to be so pleasant, that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.
Side 72 - 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 220 - Dear Solitude, the soul's best friend, That man acquainted with himself dost make, And all his Maker's wonders to intend. With thee I here converse at will, And would be -glad to do so still, For it is thou alone that keep'st the soul awake.