The Complete Angler: Or The Contemplative Man's Recreation

A.C. McClurg, 1892 - 287 sider
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Side 44 - He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet •descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, '•' Lord, what music hast thou provided for the saints in heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on earth...
Side 111 - 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 148 - 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 109 - I'll give you a syllabub of new verjuice in a new-made haycock for it, and my Maudlin shall sing you one of her best ballads; for she and I both love all anglers, they be such honest, civil, quiet men : in the mean time will you drink a draught of red cow's milk ? you shall have it freely.
Side 242 - 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.
Side 148 - I IN these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice. Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind. To see sweet dewdrops kiss these flowers. And then...
Side 76 - Let me live harmlessly, and near the brink Of Trent or Avon, have a dwelling place ; Where I may see my quill or cork down sink With eager bite of Perch, or Bleak, or Dace, And on the World and my Creator think ; Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t' embrace And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or worse, in war and wantonness.
Side 57 - ... angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so : 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 enquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself...
Side 43 - ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, 5 Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Side 186 - ... in the pan, you are to add a fit quantity of the best Butter, and to squeeze the juice of three or four Oranges: lastly, you may either put...

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