The Complete Angler: Or, The Contemplative Man's RecreationD. Bogue, 1844 - 418 sider |
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... CHUB . 47 THE THIRD DAY . CHAP . III . How to Fish for , and to dress , the CHAVENDER or CHUB • CHAP . IV . Observations of the NATURE and BREEDING of the TROUT , and how to Fish for him . And the Milk - maid's Song . THE THIRD AND ...
... CHUB . 47 THE THIRD DAY . CHAP . III . How to Fish for , and to dress , the CHAVENDER or CHUB • CHAP . IV . Observations of the NATURE and BREEDING of the TROUT , and how to Fish for him . And the Milk - maid's Song . THE THIRD AND ...
Side x
... life at the Zoological Gardens ( with permission ) , by J. W. ARCHER , Esq . The animal was in the act of devouring a fish at the time 1 5 29 29 40 46 48 17. The CHUB , from an original painting by W. X LIST OF EMBELLISHMENTS .
... life at the Zoological Gardens ( with permission ) , by J. W. ARCHER , Esq . The animal was in the act of devouring a fish at the time 1 5 29 29 40 46 48 17. The CHUB , from an original painting by W. X LIST OF EMBELLISHMENTS .
Side xi
Or, The Contemplative Man's Recreation Izaak Walton John Major. 17. The CHUB , from an original painting by W. SMITH . These fish , with a few exceptions , are drawn on the blocks by ALEXANDER FUSSELL , from the originals , painted by A ...
Or, The Contemplative Man's Recreation Izaak Walton John Major. 17. The CHUB , from an original painting by W. SMITH . These fish , with a few exceptions , are drawn on the blocks by ALEXANDER FUSSELL , from the originals , painted by A ...
Side 47
... CHUB . VENATOR . My friend Piscator , you have kept time with my thoughts ; for the sun is just rising , and I myself just now come to this place , and the dogs have just now put down an Otter . Look down at the bottom of the hill there ...
... CHUB . VENATOR . My friend Piscator , you have kept time with my thoughts ; for the sun is just rising , and I myself just now come to this place , and the dogs have just now put down an Otter . Look down at the bottom of the hill there ...
Side 54
... Chub , and then we'll turn to an honest cleanly Hostess , that I know right well ; rest ourselves there , and dress it for our dinner . VEN . Oh , Sir ! a Chub is the worst fish that swims ; I hoped for a Trout to my dinner . Pisc ...
... Chub , and then we'll turn to an honest cleanly Hostess , that I know right well ; rest ourselves there , and dress it for our dinner . VEN . Oh , Sir ! a Chub is the worst fish that swims ; I hoped for a Trout to my dinner . Pisc ...
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Side 72 - 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 77 - 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 110 - 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 77 - Thy silver dishes for thy meat As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning : If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my Love.
Side 78 - 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.
Side 74 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Side 257 - I would beget content, and increase confidence in the power, and wisdom, and providence of Almighty God, I will walk the meadows, by some gliding stream, and there contemplate the lilies that take no care, and those very many other various little living creatures that are not only created, but fed, man knows not how, by the goodness of the God of Nature, and therefore trust in Him.
Side 113 - 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 78 - ... 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 xxiv - ... let me alone, What an over-happy one Should I think myself to be, Might I, in this desert place, Which most men in discourse disgrace, Live but undisturbed and free ! Here, in this despised recess, Would I, maugre Winter's cold, And the Summer's worst excess, Try to live out to sixty full years old ! And all the while, Without an envious eye, On any thriving under Fortune's smile Contented live, and then — contented die.