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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Side 20
... Sir Edward Sandys , Sir Edward Bysh , Mr Cranmer , Mr Chillingworth , Michael Drayton , and that celebrated scholar and critic , Mr John Hales of Eton . own ; and thereupon , leaving the Tower without leave 20 LIFE OF IZAAK WALTON .
... Sir Edward Sandys , Sir Edward Bysh , Mr Cranmer , Mr Chillingworth , Michael Drayton , and that celebrated scholar and critic , Mr John Hales of Eton . own ; and thereupon , leaving the Tower without leave 20 LIFE OF IZAAK WALTON .
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... scholar . Upon the return of the younger Walton , he prose- cuted his studies ; and having finished the same , entered into holy orders ; and became chaplain to Dr Seth Ward , bishop of Sarum ; by whose favour he attained to the dignity ...
... scholar . Upon the return of the younger Walton , he prose- cuted his studies ; and having finished the same , entered into holy orders ; and became chaplain to Dr Seth Ward , bishop of Sarum ; by whose favour he attained to the dignity ...
Side 53
... scholar , and be instructed in the art itself which you so much magnify . Piscator . Oh , sir , doubt not but that angling is an art : is it not an art to deceive a trout with an artificial fly ? a trout ! that is more sharp sighted ...
... scholar , and be instructed in the art itself which you so much magnify . Piscator . Oh , sir , doubt not but that angling is an art : is it not an art to deceive a trout with an artificial fly ? a trout ! that is more sharp sighted ...
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... scholar for you are such a companion , and have so quickly caught and so excellently cooked this fish , as makes me ambi- tious to be your scholar . Piscator . Give me your hand ! from this time forward I will be your master , and teach ...
... scholar for you are such a companion , and have so quickly caught and so excellently cooked this fish , as makes me ambi- tious to be your scholar . Piscator . Give me your hand ! from this time forward I will be your master , and teach ...
Side 75
... - I say very clean - and his body not washed after he is gutted , as indeed no fish should be . Well , scholar , you see what pains I have taken to recover the lost credit of the poor despised Chub . And THE COMPLETE ANGLER . 75.
... - I say very clean - and his body not washed after he is gutted , as indeed no fish should be . Well , scholar , you see what pains I have taken to recover the lost credit of the poor despised Chub . And THE COMPLETE ANGLER . 75.
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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.