The river Dove; with some quiet thoughts on the happy practice of angling [signed J.L.A.].1845 - 241 páginas |
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... heart ; —and that will give it a relish . PAINTER . - How now , brave Sir ! What say you ? ANGLER . - By pick and pie ' tis all excellent . When I am Lord Great Chamberlain you shall be my caterer . Come , Sir , for a glass of ale ; my ...
... heart ; —and that will give it a relish . PAINTER . - How now , brave Sir ! What say you ? ANGLER . - By pick and pie ' tis all excellent . When I am Lord Great Chamberlain you shall be my caterer . Come , Sir , for a glass of ale ; my ...
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... heart is full of unspeakable thoughts that soar upward from earth to heaven , and so higher still on the spiritual wings of reverential love unto HIM , who is above this vault so beautiful , so vast , and is the Creator and Sustainer of ...
... heart is full of unspeakable thoughts that soar upward from earth to heaven , and so higher still on the spiritual wings of reverential love unto HIM , who is above this vault so beautiful , so vast , and is the Creator and Sustainer of ...
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... heart to the Lord nay , what can be pleasanter than to do this , when the very morning stars sing toge- ' ther . ' And what says even the learned hea- then Epictetus ? If we have any wisdom , what is more becoming in public and in pri ...
... heart to the Lord nay , what can be pleasanter than to do this , when the very morning stars sing toge- ' ther . ' And what says even the learned hea- then Epictetus ? If we have any wisdom , what is more becoming in public and in pri ...
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... heart . ANGLER . - Aye , and is an orthodox christian , that loves our dear mother THE CHURCH , her primitive orders of apostolical ministry and government , her holy sacraments and her ser- vice book , which are even now a mark for the ...
... heart . ANGLER . - Aye , and is an orthodox christian , that loves our dear mother THE CHURCH , her primitive orders of apostolical ministry and government , her holy sacraments and her ser- vice book , which are even now a mark for the ...
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... heart . PAINTER . - How now ! here is a cheerful rivulet , that I see running from the meadows into the road . ANGLER . This is Brailsford Brook , and look you , here is a bridge . PAINTER . And yonder is a handsome church and tower . I ...
... heart . PAINTER . - How now ! here is a cheerful rivulet , that I see running from the meadows into the road . ANGLER . This is Brailsford Brook , and look you , here is a bridge . PAINTER . And yonder is a handsome church and tower . I ...
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The River Dove with Some Quiet Thoughts on the Happy Practice of Angling J. L. A. Vista completa - 1847 |
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a-fishing Alstonfields ANGLER ANGLER.-And ANGLER.-Come ANGLER.-I ANGLER.-The ANGLER.-Well ash trees Ashbourne banks barley wine Beresford Hall beseech brace of trouts brother Charles Cotton cheerful church COMPLETE ANGLER Coridon Dale declare delight Derbyshire desire discourse entertainment excellent fish fishing-house flowers Francis Quarles gentleman give hand happy hath hear heart heaven here's hills holy honest hope host HOST.-Aye HOST.-Gentlemen HOST.-Sir innocent Izaak Walton landskip look Marsh master merry methinks Michael Drayton miles mind morning mountains natural noble Olive Cotton PAINTER PAINTER.-How PAINTER.-I PAINTER.-Well peace persuade Pike Pool PISCATOR pleasant pleasure pr'ythee praise pray promise prospect Prospect Tower recreation remember river River Dove river Manifold rocks servant side sing song spirit sport Staffordshire stone stream sure sweet tell thank thee thing Thorpe Cloud thou thoughts Tower trees trouts Uttoxeter VENATOR VIATOR walk worthy yonder
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Página 231 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Página 230 - And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Página 126 - But never more could see the man Approaching from the town : Their pretty lips with blackberries Were all besmear'd and dyed.
Página 16 - Richard, I do not give, but lend you my horse; be sure you be honest, and bring my horse back to me at your return this way to Oxford. And I do now give you ten groats to bear your charges to Exeter; and here is ten groats more, which I charge you to deliver to your mother, and tell her, I send her a Bishop's benediction with it, and beg the continuance of her prayers for me.
Página 231 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 167 - I did ; — and, going, did a rainbow note : Surely, thought I, This is the lace of Peace's coat : I will search out the matter. But while I look'd the clouds immediately Did break and scatter. Then went I to a garden, and did spy A gallant flower, The crown imperial. " Sure," said I, " Peace at the root must dwell.
Página 227 - 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 168 - Take of this grain, which in my garden grows, And grows for you; Make bread of it: — and that repose And peace, which everywhere With so much earnestness you do pursue, Is only there.
Página 98 - 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.
Página 157 - Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing. Nightingale, sing, To give my love good-morrow.