The Complete Angler, Or, The Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being a Discourse of Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishing, Bind 2Nattali and Bond, 1860 - 129 sider |
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Side 397 - The Compleat Angler, or the Contemplative Man's Reereation, being a discourse of Fish and Fishing, not unworthy the perusal of most Anglers, of 18 pence price. Written by Iz. Wa. Also the known Play of the Spanish Gipsee, never till now published : Both printed for Richard Marriot, to be sold at his shop in Saint
Side 420 - how he engageth all his wits ; Also his snares, lines, angles, hooks, and nets: Yet fish there be, that neither hook nor line, Nor snare, nor net, nor engine, can make thine : They must be grop'd for, and be tickled too, Or they will not be catch d,
Side 321 - what true delight, 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
Side 320 - Good God ! how sweet are all things here ! How beautiful the fields appear ! How cleanly do we feed and lie ! Lord ! what good hours do we keep! How quietly we sleep! What peace 1 what unanimity ! How innocent from the lewd fashion Is all our business, all our
Side 305 - would be great, but that the sun doth still Level his rays against the rising hill: I would be high, but see the proudest oak Most subject to the rending thunder-stroke : I would be rich, but see men, too unkind, Dig in the bowels of the richest mind
Side 155 - And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives, But when the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly lives. VENATOR. I thank you, good master, for your good direction for fly-fishing, and for the sweet enjoyment of the pleasant day, which is so far spent without offence to God or man : and I thank you for the sweet
Side 297 - not us repine, or so much as think the gifts of God unequally dealt, if we see another abound with riches; when, as God knows, the cares that are the keys that keep those riches hang often so heavily at the rich man's girdle, that they
Side 320 - Oh my beloved nymph! fair Dove; Princess of rivers, how I love Upon thy flowery banks to lie; And view thy silver stream, When gilded by a summer's beam, And in it all thy wanton fry Playing at liberty, And with my angle upon them The all of treachery I ever learnt, industriously to try.* VII. Such streams Rome's yellow
Side 304 - be, For ever, mirth's best nursery ! May pure contents For ever pitch their tents Upon these downs, these meads, these rocks, these mountains, And peace still slumber by these purling fountains : Which we may, every year, Meet when we come a fishing here.
Side 258 - in which you shall see the picture of this good man's mind: and I wish mine to be like it. No empty hopes, no courtly fears him fright; No begging wants his middle fortune bite : But sweet content exiles both misery and spite.