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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Side iv
... readers and disciples to the purest gratification , but he never fails to prove to them , chemin faisant , that it can only be attained by the exercise of patience and humility . He persuades to the paths of virtue , by shewing that ...
... readers and disciples to the purest gratification , but he never fails to prove to them , chemin faisant , that it can only be attained by the exercise of patience and humility . He persuades to the paths of virtue , by shewing that ...
Side viii
... reader will do him the justice to believe that his only motives for the republication of this work were a desire to perpetuate the memory of a meek , benevolent , pious man , and to contribute something to the improvement of an art of ...
... reader will do him the justice to believe that his only motives for the republication of this work were a desire to perpetuate the memory of a meek , benevolent , pious man , and to contribute something to the improvement of an art of ...
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... reader may determine for himself , how much our author has contributed to the improvement of piscatory science , and how far his work may be said to be an original , it will be necessary for him to take a view of the state of angling at ...
... reader may determine for himself , how much our author has contributed to the improvement of piscatory science , and how far his work may be said to be an original , it will be necessary for him to take a view of the state of angling at ...
Side xvi
... readers in the following terms , viz . Take a codlynge hoke ; and take a Roche , or a fresshe Heeryng ; and a wyre wyth an hole in the ende , and put it in at the mouth , and out at the taylle , downe by the ridge of the fresshe Heeryng ...
... readers in the following terms , viz . Take a codlynge hoke ; and take a Roche , or a fresshe Heeryng ; and a wyre wyth an hole in the ende , and put it in at the mouth , and out at the taylle , downe by the ridge of the fresshe Heeryng ...
Side xix
... readers , the facetious parts would be proper to make the serious more palatable , while some reverend old readers might fancy themselves in his History of the Church as in a flower - garden , or one full of evergreens . " And why not ...
... readers , the facetious parts would be proper to make the serious more palatable , while some reverend old readers might fancy themselves in his History of the Church as in a flower - garden , or one full of evergreens . " And why not ...
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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.