The Complete AnglerNathaniel Cooke, 1854 - 309 sider |
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Side vii
... four editions in the space of twenty- three years . Walton , in the year 1676 , and in the eighty - third year of his age , was preparing a fifth , with additions , for the press ; when Mr. Cotton wrote the second part of the work . It ...
... four editions in the space of twenty- three years . Walton , in the year 1676 , and in the eighty - third year of his age , was preparing a fifth , with additions , for the press ; when Mr. Cotton wrote the second part of the work . It ...
Side 13
... four days out of the seven of the Lenten weeks . Very few fast on fish from Shrove Tuesday to Easter Sunday ; and in my opinion the latter would be far more liable to agues or external influences in Easter week , than the Protestant ...
... four days out of the seven of the Lenten weeks . Very few fast on fish from Shrove Tuesday to Easter Sunday ; and in my opinion the latter would be far more liable to agues or external influences in Easter week , than the Protestant ...
Side 26
... four of twelve . And it is observable , that it was our Saviour's will , that these our four fishermen should have a priority of nomination in the catalogue of his twelve apostles , Matt . x . 2. Acts i . 13 ; as namely , first , St ...
... four of twelve . And it is observable , that it was our Saviour's will , that these our four fishermen should have a priority of nomination in the catalogue of his twelve apostles , Matt . x . 2. Acts i . 13 ; as namely , first , St ...
Side 40
... four miles this morning , yet I begin to be weary ; yesterday's hunting hangs still upon me . PISC . Well , sir , you shall quickly be at rest , for yonder is the house I mean to bring you to . Come Hostess , how do you do ? Will you ...
... four miles this morning , yet I begin to be weary ; yesterday's hunting hangs still upon me . PISC . Well , sir , you shall quickly be at rest , for yonder is the house I mean to bring you to . Come Hostess , how do you do ? Will you ...
Side 43
... four cuts or scotches on the back with your knife , and broil him on charcoal , or wood - coal that is free from smoke , and all the time he is a - broiling baste him with the best sweet butter , and good store of salt mixed with it ...
... four cuts or scotches on the back with your knife , and broil him on charcoal , or wood - coal that is free from smoke , and all the time he is a - broiling baste him with the best sweet butter , and good store of salt mixed with it ...
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Side 83 - 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.
Side 58 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Side 58 - 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 56 - 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 189 - To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require: The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail. Each gaudy bird some slender tribute brings, And lends the growing insect proper wings : Silks of all colours must their aid impart, And every fur promote the fisher's art.
Side 56 - 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 83 - ... 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. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
Side 86 - Courts, I would rejoice ; Or, with my Bryan and a book, Loiter long days near Shawford brook ; 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 228 - In the loose rhymes of every poetaster ; Could I be more than any man that lives, Great, fair, rich, wise, all in superlatives ; Yet I more freely would these gifts resign, Than ever Fortune would have made them mine ; And hold one minute of this holy leisure Beyond the riches of this empty pleasure.
Side 58 - 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.