The Complete AnglerNathaniel Cooke, 1854 - 309 sider |
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... longer epistle may diminish your pleasure , I shall make this no longer than to add this following truth , that I am really , Sir , Your most affectionate friend , And most humble servant , Iz . WA . List of Illustrations . FRONTISPIECE ...
... longer epistle may diminish your pleasure , I shall make this no longer than to add this following truth , that I am really , Sir , Your most affectionate friend , And most humble servant , Iz . WA . List of Illustrations . FRONTISPIECE ...
Side 23
... longer . The cuttle - fish will cast a long gut out of her throat , which , like as an angler doth his line , she sendeth forth and pulleth in again at her pleasure , according as she sees some little fish come near to her ; and the ...
... longer . The cuttle - fish will cast a long gut out of her throat , which , like as an angler doth his line , she sendeth forth and pulleth in again at her pleasure , according as she sees some little fish come near to her ; and the ...
Side 24
... longer , and I have done . VEN . Sir , take what liberty you think fit , for seems to be music , and charms me to an attention . PISC . Why then , sir , I will take a liberty to tell , or rather to remember you what is said of turtle ...
... longer , and I have done . VEN . Sir , take what liberty you think fit , for seems to be music , and charms me to an attention . PISC . Why then , sir , I will take a liberty to tell , or rather to remember you what is said of turtle ...
Side 34
... longer , but join unto them . Come , honest Venator , let us be gone , let us make haste ; I long to be doing ; no reasonable hedge or ditch shall hold me . VEN . Gentleman - huntsman , where found you this otter ? HUNT . Marry , sir ...
... longer , but join unto them . Come , honest Venator , let us be gone , let us make haste ; I long to be doing ; no reasonable hedge or ditch shall hold me . VEN . Gentleman - huntsman , where found you this otter ? HUNT . Marry , sir ...
Side 47
... longer form ; the body is oblong , rather round , and of a pretty equal thickness in the greater part of the slope ; the scales are large , the irides silvery ; the cheeks of the same colour ; the head and back of a deep dusky green ...
... longer form ; the body is oblong , rather round , and of a pretty equal thickness in the greater part of the slope ; the scales are large , the irides silvery ; the cheeks of the same colour ; the head and back of a deep dusky green ...
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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.