The Complete Angler, Or, Contemplative Man's Recreation: Being a Discourse on Rivers, Fish-ponds, Fish, and Fishingproprietors, 1833 - 328 стор. |
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... thing delightful in the reading of it , I shall heartily rejoice ; for I know you are one who takes delight in that pleasure , and have good judgment and experience , as many noble persons and gentlemen of true piety and honour do and ...
... thing delightful in the reading of it , I shall heartily rejoice ; for I know you are one who takes delight in that pleasure , and have good judgment and experience , as many noble persons and gentlemen of true piety and honour do and ...
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... things that he will value , though of no great worth . And my will and desire is , that he shall be kind to his aunt Beachame , and his aunt Rose Ken ; by allowing the first about fifty shillings a - year , in or for bacon and cheese ...
... things that he will value , though of no great worth . And my will and desire is , that he shall be kind to his aunt Beachame , and his aunt Rose Ken ; by allowing the first about fifty shillings a - year , in or for bacon and cheese ...
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... things might be learned by that book ; but he was laughed at because that , art was not to be taught by words , but practice and so must angling . And note also , that in this discourse I do not undertake to say all that is known , or ...
... things might be learned by that book ; but he was laughed at because that , art was not to be taught by words , but practice and so must angling . And note also , that in this discourse I do not undertake to say all that is known , or ...
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... thing to scoff at any art or recreation ; a little wit mixed with ill - nature , confi- dence , and malice , will do it ; but though they often venture boldly , yet they are often caught , even in their own trap , according to that of ...
... thing to scoff at any art or recreation ; a little wit mixed with ill - nature , confi- dence , and malice , will do it ; but though they often venture boldly , yet they are often caught , even in their own trap , according to that of ...
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... things . " -J . R. These are merely vague reports of inaccurate , or impossible experi- ments , at variance with all that is known in vegetable physiology or in chemistry . - J . R. pious , wise founders of colleges , for which we 50 ...
... things . " -J . R. These are merely vague reports of inaccurate , or impossible experi- ments , at variance with all that is known in vegetable physiology or in chemistry . - J . R. pious , wise founders of colleges , for which we 50 ...
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Сторінка 112 - 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.
Сторінка 114 - ... hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness as these silent silver streams, which we now see glide so quietly by us. 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...
Сторінка 88 - 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. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break...
Сторінка 86 - 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.
Сторінка 236 - Dear Solitude, the soul's best friend, That man acquainted with himself dost make, And all his Maker's wonders to intend. With thee I here converse at will, And would be -glad to do so still, For it is thou alone that keep'st the soul awake.
Сторінка 87 - 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.
Сторінка 46 - But the nightingale,' another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music, out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased.
Сторінка 85 - 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.
Сторінка 217 - 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.
Сторінка 88 - 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, 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.