The Complete Angler, Or, Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish and Fishing--James Smith, 1822 - 383 sider |
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... Viat . So much ! I was told it was but ten miles from Derby ; and , methinks , I have rode almost so far already . Pisc . O , Sir , find no fault with large measure of good land ; which Derbyshire abounds in , as much as most counties ...
... Viat . So much ! I was told it was but ten miles from Derby ; and , methinks , I have rode almost so far already . Pisc . O , Sir , find no fault with large measure of good land ; which Derbyshire abounds in , as much as most counties ...
Side 272
... Viat . It may be so ; and good land , I confess , affords a pleasant prospect : but by your good leave , Sir , large measure of foul way is not altogether so acceptable . Pisc . True , Sir ; but the foul way serves to justify the ...
... Viat . It may be so ; and good land , I confess , affords a pleasant prospect : but by your good leave , Sir , large measure of foul way is not altogether so acceptable . Pisc . True , Sir ; but the foul way serves to justify the ...
Side 273
... Viat . Why ! truly , Sir ! for that I am prepared to ex- pect the worst ; but methinks the way is mended since I had the good fortune to fall into your good company . Pisc . You are not obliged to my company for that , but because you ...
... Viat . Why ! truly , Sir ! for that I am prepared to ex- pect the worst ; but methinks the way is mended since I had the good fortune to fall into your good company . Pisc . You are not obliged to my company for that , but because you ...
Side 274
... Viat . You go far , Sir , in the praise of your country rivers , and I perceive have read Mr. Walton's Complete Angler , by your naming of Hantshire ; and I pray what is your opinion of that book ? Pisc . My opinion of Mr. Walton's book ...
... Viat . You go far , Sir , in the praise of your country rivers , and I perceive have read Mr. Walton's Complete Angler , by your naming of Hantshire ; and I pray what is your opinion of that book ? Pisc . My opinion of Mr. Walton's book ...
Side 275
... Viat . You speak like a true friend ; and , in doing so , render yourself worthy of his friendship . May I be so bold as to ask your name ? Pisc . Yes surely , Sir , and , if you please , a much nicer question : my name is - , and I ...
... Viat . You speak like a true friend ; and , in doing so , render yourself worthy of his friendship . May I be so bold as to ask your name ? Pisc . Yes surely , Sir , and , if you please , a much nicer question : my name is - , and I ...
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Side 101 - 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 69 - 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, 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 68 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Side 104 - 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.
Side 65 - I left this place, and entered into the next field, a second pleasure entertained me ; 'twas a handsome Milkmaid that had not yet attained so much age and wisdom as to load her mind with any fears of many things that will never be, as too many men too often do ; but she cast away all care, and sung like a nightingale. Her voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it ; 'twas that smooth song, which was made by Kit Marlowe, now at ' least fifty years ago : and the Milkmaid's mother sung an answer to...
Side 66 - Her voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it; 'twas that smooth song which was made by Kit Marlow, now at least fifty years ago : and the milkmaid's mother sung an answer to it, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days. They were old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good, I think much better than the strong lines that are now in fashion in this critical age.
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 237 - Go, let the diving negro seek For gems, hid in some forlorn creek : We all pearls scorn, Save what the dewy morn Congeals upon each little spire of grass, Which careless shepherds beat down as they pass : And gold ne'er here appears, Save what the yellow Ceres bears.
Side 238 - Fame, honour, beauty, state, train, blood, and birth, Are but the fading blossoms of the earth. I 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: I would be wise, but that I often see The fox suspected, whilst the ass goes free...
Side 194 - Calls my fleeting soul away; Oh ! suppress that magic sound, Which destroys without a wound. Peace Chloris, peace, or singing die, That together you and I To Heaven may go : For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love.