. The compleat angler. Fishing. 'The Coinpleat Angler Congeals upon each little spire of grass, J^hich careless shepherds beat down as they pass: And gold ne'er here appears. Save what the yellow Ceres bears. Blessed silent groves, O may you be. For ever, mirth's best nursery! May pure contents For ever pitch their tents Upon these downs, these meads, these rocks, these mountains. And peace still slumber by these purling fountains; Which we may every year Meet, when we come a-jishing 247. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally e
. The compleat angler. Fishing. 'The Coinpleat Angler Congeals upon each little spire of grass, J^hich careless shepherds beat down as they pass: And gold ne'er here appears. Save what the yellow Ceres bears. Blessed silent groves, O may you be. For ever, mirth's best nursery! May pure contents For ever pitch their tents Upon these downs, these meads, these rocks, these mountains. And peace still slumber by these purling fountains; Which we may every year Meet, when we come a-jishing 247. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Walton, Izaak, 1593-1683; Cotton, Charles, 1630-1687; Le Gallienne, Richard, 1866-1947 ed. London ; New York : John Lane
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