The Complete Angler: Or, The Contemplative Man's Recreation, Volumes 1-2J. Wiley & Sons, 1880 - 428 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 35
Page xlv
... doth grow , Hard by the same when one doth closely stand , And with the winde his hooke and bait doth throw Amid the stream with slender hazell wand , Whereas he sees the dace themselves do show , His eye is quick , and ready is his ...
... doth grow , Hard by the same when one doth closely stand , And with the winde his hooke and bait doth throw Amid the stream with slender hazell wand , Whereas he sees the dace themselves do show , His eye is quick , and ready is his ...
Page lvii
... doth not ( as many other delights ) cast blocks and rubs before him to make his way more difficult and un- pleasant . The cheapness of the Recreation abates not its pleasure , but with rational persons heightens it ; and Bibliographical ...
... doth not ( as many other delights ) cast blocks and rubs before him to make his way more difficult and un- pleasant . The cheapness of the Recreation abates not its pleasure , but with rational persons heightens it ; and Bibliographical ...
Page cvii
... doth stay A Pike , to catch and be a prey . The treacherous quill in this slow stream Betrays the hunger of a Bream . And at that nimble ford , no doubt , Your false fly cheats a speckled Trout . When you these creatures wisely chuse To ...
... doth stay A Pike , to catch and be a prey . The treacherous quill in this slow stream Betrays the hunger of a Bream . And at that nimble ford , no doubt , Your false fly cheats a speckled Trout . When you these creatures wisely chuse To ...
Page cxx
... doth lie So much of quaint simplicity- So much of mind Of such good kind , That none need be afraid- Caught by thy cunning bait , this book- To be ensnared on thy hook . Gladly from thee , I'm lured to bear With things that seem'd most ...
... doth lie So much of quaint simplicity- So much of mind Of such good kind , That none need be afraid- Caught by thy cunning bait , this book- To be ensnared on thy hook . Gladly from thee , I'm lured to bear With things that seem'd most ...
Page 7
... doth in men appear , But thou admirest that which others jeer . " While speaking of Lucian , the reader's attention may be called to a keen satire of his on the mercenary philosophers of his time , in a dialogue called The Fisherman ...
... doth in men appear , But thou admirest that which others jeer . " While speaking of Lucian , the reader's attention may be called to a keen satire of his on the mercenary philosophers of his time , in a dialogue called The Fisherman ...
Other editions - View all
The Complete Angler, Or the Contemplative Man's Recreation, Vol. 2 (Classic ... Izaak Walton No preview available - 2017 |
Common terms and phrases
2d edit Art of Angling artificial fly Ausonius bait barbel better bite body breed brown called carp catch caught Charles Cotton chub color Complete Angler copy Cotton delight discourse doth dubbing Eclogues eels especially excellent feather feed fish Fish and Fishing fishers flies fly-fishing frog Gesner give grayling hackle hair hath Hawking Hawkins honest hook Hunting Izaak Walton kind lake learned live Lond London Master minnow month never observed Oppian otter pearch pike PISC Piscator pleasant pleasure poem pond pounds pounds weight printed published reader recreation river river Dove roach salmon says Scholar season silk sing song spawn sport stream sweet tail taken tell thee thou tion treatise trout trysting tree verses VIAT vols wings worm Wynkyn de Worde yellow
Popular passages
Page x - Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens? Shall the companions make a banquet of him? Shall they part him among the merchants? Canst thou fill his skin with barbed irons? Or his head with fish spears?
Page 52 - This day dame Nature seem'd in love: The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines, The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly; There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.
Page 89 - With coral clasps, and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. 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.
Page 17 - 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. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth and say...
Page 125 - 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.
Page 91 - The rest complains of cares to come. 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...
Page 85 - 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 old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good ; I think much better than the strong lines that are now in fashion in this critical age.
Page 86 - No, I thank you; but, I pray, do us a courtesy that shall stand you and your daughter in nothing, and yet we will think ourselves still something in your debt: it is but to sing us a song that was sung by your daughter when I last passed over this meadow, about eight or nine days since. MILKWOMAN. What song was it, I pray? Was it "Come, shepherds, deck your herds," or "As at noon Dulcina rested," or "Phillida flouts me," or "Chevy Chace," or "Johnny Armstrong,