The Complete Angler, Or, Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and FishingT. Tegg & Son, 1835 - 328 sider |
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... head , with respect to our author we should say , that he was a very dutiful son of the Church of England ; nay , farther , that he was a friend to a hierarchy , or , as we should now call such a one , a high churchman ; for which ...
... head , with respect to our author we should say , that he was a very dutiful son of the Church of England ; nay , farther , that he was a friend to a hierarchy , or , as we should now call such a one , a high churchman ; for which ...
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... head of a family . But blessings like these are comparatively light , when If the all - ruling Power please We live to see another May , We'll recompense an age of these Foul days in one fine fishing day . We then shall have a day or ...
... head of a family . But blessings like these are comparatively light , when If the all - ruling Power please We live to see another May , We'll recompense an age of these Foul days in one fine fishing day . We then shall have a day or ...
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... head , in which are some little things that he will value , though of no great worth . And my will and desire is , that he shall be kind to his aunt Beachame , and his aunt Rose Ken ; by allowing the first about fifty shillings a - year ...
... head , in which are some little things that he will value , though of no great worth . And my will and desire is , that he shall be kind to his aunt Beachame , and his aunt Rose Ken ; by allowing the first about fifty shillings a - year ...
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... head , our angler would stand a pretty good chance to catch fish ! but , alas ! those are little to the purpose , without the Christian virtues of faith , hope , and charity ; and unless two at least of the cardinal virtues can be ...
... head , our angler would stand a pretty good chance to catch fish ! but , alas ! those are little to the purpose , without the Christian virtues of faith , hope , and charity ; and unless two at least of the cardinal virtues can be ...
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... head of the swan , until the head of the swan be covered with wheat . " - COKE'S Reports , part vii . The case of Swans . And to parallel this land rarity , and teach mankind 60 THE COMPLETE ANGLER .
... head of the swan , until the head of the swan be covered with wheat . " - COKE'S Reports , part vii . The case of Swans . And to parallel this land rarity , and teach mankind 60 THE COMPLETE ANGLER .
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Side 110 - ... 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 86 - 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 111 - There sit by him, and eat my meat, There see the sun both rise and set: There bid good morning to next day, There meditate my time away: And angle on, and beg to have A quiet passage to a welcome grave.
Side 84 - 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 54 - 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 232 - 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 85 - Slippers, lined choicely 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 58 - Wherefore, most sacred Spirit, I here present For me and all my fellows praise to Thee : And just it is that I should pay the rent, Because the benefit accrues to me.
Side 83 - 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 85 - A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; 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.