The River Dove: With Some Quiet Thoughts on the Happy Practice of AnglingWilliam Pickering, 1847 - 296 sider |
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Side 12
... she discharges herself into the Trent . Angler . Let that be a match between us ; and I promise you nothing can be pleasanter for an artist than the lights and fhadows of their umbrageous banks , and the pastures , and lowing herds by ...
... she discharges herself into the Trent . Angler . Let that be a match between us ; and I promise you nothing can be pleasanter for an artist than the lights and fhadows of their umbrageous banks , and the pastures , and lowing herds by ...
Side 39
... she hurries on her way , re- joicing and being rejoiced ; and I warrant she will find the Dove before you and I may do fo . But come , here is another hill before us , hard by Thorpe Cloud ; and I'll requite your pa- tience by a vernal ...
... she hurries on her way , re- joicing and being rejoiced ; and I warrant she will find the Dove before you and I may do fo . But come , here is another hill before us , hard by Thorpe Cloud ; and I'll requite your pa- tience by a vernal ...
Side 56
... she ? I come then , come then ; I come to keep my flock with thee . Phil . Here are cherries ripe for my Coridon ; Eat them for my fake . Cor . Here's my oaten pipe , my lovely one , Sport for thee to make . Phil . Here are threads , my ...
... she ? I come then , come then ; I come to keep my flock with thee . Phil . Here are cherries ripe for my Coridon ; Eat them for my fake . Cor . Here's my oaten pipe , my lovely one , Sport for thee to make . Phil . Here are threads , my ...
Side 84
... she told him also that Orpheus would be ' there , and bring his harp , Pan his pipe , and • Titerus his oaten - reed to make mufic at the ' feaft ; he therefore perfuaded him not to lose , ' but to change that day's pleasure . ' And ...
... she told him also that Orpheus would be ' there , and bring his harp , Pan his pipe , and • Titerus his oaten - reed to make mufic at the ' feaft ; he therefore perfuaded him not to lose , ' but to change that day's pleasure . ' And ...
Side 108
... she waited impatiently on the rocks for her Leander to swim across the Hellefpont , at a great hazard , and only for the sweet short joy of breathing out his love ; then she set up a blazing torch , to be his guiding ftar through the ...
... she waited impatiently on the rocks for her Leander to swim across the Hellefpont , at a great hazard , and only for the sweet short joy of breathing out his love ; then she set up a blazing torch , to be his guiding ftar through the ...
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Afhbourne againſt Alftonfields almoſt Angler angling barley wine becauſe Beresford Hall beseech beſt biſhop brother cauſe Charles Cotton cheerful church converſation Cotton Dale declare defire Derbyſhire diſcourſe faid fame fecret fervant fhall fide fince fing firſt fiſh fiſhing-houſe fo let fome fometimes Francis Quarles freſh fuch fure gentleman give handſome happy hath hills himſelf Hoft holy honeſt horſe houſe itſelf Izaak Walton landſkip laſt leſs look Marſh maſter merry methinks moft moſt muſt myſelf nevertheleſs ourſelves Painter paſs peace perfuaded PISCATOR pleaſant pleaſe pleaſure praiſe preſent promiſe proſpect reaſon remember river River Dove river Manifold rocks ſaid ſay ſcarce ſee ſeen ſervice ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſport ſpot ſpring Staffordſhire ſtand ſtone ſtream ſuch ſweet tell themſelves theſe thofe Thorpe Cloud thoſe thoughts trouts uſe verſes VIATOR walk wiſh worthy yonder yourſelf
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Side 98 - And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.
Side 286 - Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Side 121 - 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.
Side 227 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content; The quiet mind is richer than a crown; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown ; Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.
Side 210 - O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, and not comforted, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colours, and lay thy foundations with sapphires. And I will make thy windows of agates, and thy gates of carbuncles, and all thy borders of pleasant stones.
Side 285 - Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.
Side 197 - I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest, robin red-breast, Sing, birds, in every furrow; And from each bill, let music shrill Give my fair love good morrow. Blackbird and thrush, in every bush, Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow, You pretty elves, amongst yourselves, Sing my fair love good morrow.
Side 148 - Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and drink thy wine with a merry heart; for God now accepteth thy works.
Side 209 - Take of this grain, which in my garden grows, And grows for you ; Make bread of it : and that repose And peace, which every where With so much earnestness you do pursue, Is only there.
Side 209 - I met a reverend good old man : Whom when for Peace I did demand, he thus began ; There was a Prince of old At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase Of flock and fold.