The Complete Angler: Or, The Contemplative Man's RecreationD. Bogue, 1844 - 418 páginas |
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... born at Stafford in 1593 , but who lived the greatest part of his time in Lon- don , published the first edition of this celebrated work in 1653 , and lived to see it go through no less than five editions ; the last of which , in 1676 ...
... born at Stafford in 1593 , but who lived the greatest part of his time in Lon- don , published the first edition of this celebrated work in 1653 , and lived to see it go through no less than five editions ; the last of which , in 1676 ...
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... born to it . ' I hooked myself instead of the fish ; tangled my line in every tree ; lost my bait broke my rod ; until I gave up the at- tempt in despair , and passed the day under the trees , reading old Izaak ; satisfied that it was ...
... born to it . ' I hooked myself instead of the fish ; tangled my line in every tree ; lost my bait broke my rod ; until I gave up the at- tempt in despair , and passed the day under the trees , reading old Izaak ; satisfied that it was ...
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... born an artist , so no man is born an Angler , I thought fit to give thee this notice . When I have told the Reader , that in this fifth im- pression there are many enlargements , gathered both by my own observations and the ...
... born an artist , so no man is born an Angler , I thought fit to give thee this notice . When I have told the Reader , that in this fifth im- pression there are many enlargements , gathered both by my own observations and the ...
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... 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 inquiring , searching , observing , wit ; but he must bring a large ...
... 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 inquiring , searching , observing , wit ; but he must bring a large ...
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... born suddenly , and being born is but short - lived , so , on the con- trary , the elephant is said to be two years CHAP . IX . ] THE COMPLETE ANGLER . 159.
... born suddenly , and being born is but short - lived , so , on the con- trary , the elephant is said to be two years CHAP . IX . ] THE COMPLETE ANGLER . 159.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Anal fin Angler bait Barbel belly better betwixt bite body bottom bred breed brown Cadis called camlet Carp catch Chap Chub colour Complete Angler discourse Dorsal fin doubtless Du Bartas dubbing earth Edition excellent feed fish flies frog Gesner give gray feather Grayling Green-Drake ground-bait HACKLE hair hath Hawkins head honest hook Izaak Izaak Walton John kill kind let me tell live Loach Lond look mallard MASON JACKSON Master meat Michael Drayton miles Minnow month mouth never observed Otter Pearch Pike PISC PISCATOR pleasure pond rich river river Dove river Wye Roach Salmon Scholar season shew silk song spawn sport Stone-fly stream sweet tail taken thank tion told Trout Trout and Grayling usually verses VIAT Walton wings worm yellow
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 74 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.