The Compleat AnglerBell and Daldy, 186 Fleet Street, 1863 - 304 sider |
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Side 25
... bottom , to be seen on the water's top . And he says , that the people of Cadara , an island near this place , make the timber for their houses of those fish - bones . He there tells us , that there are sometimes a thousand of these ...
... bottom , to be seen on the water's top . And he says , that the people of Cadara , an island near this place , make the timber for their houses of those fish - bones . He there tells us , that there are sometimes a thousand of these ...
Side 40
... bottom of the hill there in that meadow , chequered with water - lilies and lady - smocks ; there you may see what work they make : look ! look ! you may see all busy , men and dogs ; dogs and men , all busy . Pisc . Sir , I am right ...
... bottom of the hill there in that meadow , chequered with water - lilies and lady - smocks ; there you may see what work they make : look ! look ! you may see all busy , men and dogs ; dogs and men , all busy . Pisc . Sir , I am right ...
Side 52
... bottom of the water , at the first shadow of your rod ( for chub is the fearfullest of fishes ) , and will do so if but a bird flies over him and makes the least shadow on the water . But they will presently rise up to the top again ...
... bottom of the water , at the first shadow of your rod ( for chub is the fearfullest of fishes ) , and will do so if but a bird flies over him and makes the least shadow on the water . But they will presently rise up to the top again ...
Side 55
... bottom , the young humble - bee that breeds in long grass , and is ordinarily found by the mower of it . In August , and in the cooler months , a yellow paste made of the strongest cheese , and pounded in a mortar , with a little butter ...
... bottom , the young humble - bee that breeds in long grass , and is ordinarily found by the mower of it . In August , and in the cooler months , a yellow paste made of the strongest cheese , and pounded in a mortar , with a little butter ...
Side 88
... troublesome stream than in a smaller that is quieter ; as near as may be , so much as will sink the bait to the bottom , and keep it still in motion , and not more . But now let's say grace and fall to breakfast : 88 THE COMPLETE ANGLER .
... troublesome stream than in a smaller that is quieter ; as near as may be , so much as will sink the bait to the bottom , and keep it still in motion , and not more . But now let's say grace and fall to breakfast : 88 THE COMPLETE ANGLER .
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Side 97 - 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 68 - But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date, nor age no need, Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee and be thy love.
Side 67 - 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 67 - Trust me, Master, it is a choice song, and sweetly sung by honest Maudlin. I now see it was not without cause that our good Queen Elizabeth did so often wish herself a Milkmaid all the month of May, because they are not troubled with fears and cares, but sing sweetly all the day, and sleep securely all the night : and, without doubt, honest, innocent, pretty Maudlin does so.
Side 67 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Side 220 - Time had piled up at the gates of death, so when 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 211 - And yet God deliver us from pinching poverty, and grant that, having a competency, we may be content and thankful ! Let us not repine, or so much as think the gifts of God unequally dealt, if we see another abound with riches, when, as God knows, the cares that are the keys that keep those riches hang often so heavily at the rich man's girdle, that they clog him with weary days and restless nights, even when others sleep quietly. We see but the outside of the rich man's happiness; few consider him...
Side 211 - The diligent hand maketh rich ' ; and it is true indeed : but he considers not that it is not in the power of riches to make a man happy ; for it was wisely said, by a man of great observation, ' That there be as many miseries beyond riches as on this side of them.
Side 68 - 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...
Side 36 - With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest. The groves already did rejoice In Philomel's triumphing voice. The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled.