The Ingoldsby Legends, Or, Mirth and MarvelsRichard Bentley, 1840 - 338 sider |
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... Lord Ferrers " " " I've heard of him , " broke in the incorrigible Peters ; " he was hanged at the Old Bailey in a silk rope for shooting Doctor Johnson . " The antiquary vouchsafed no notice of the inter- ruption ; but , taking a pinch ...
... Lord Ferrers " " " I've heard of him , " broke in the incorrigible Peters ; " he was hanged at the Old Bailey in a silk rope for shooting Doctor Johnson . " The antiquary vouchsafed no notice of the inter- ruption ; but , taking a pinch ...
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... Lord Mayor had been within hearing , might have cost him five shillings . " There is something very queer in this , after all . The clothes , you say , have positively disappeared . Somebody is playing you a trick ; and , ten to one ...
... Lord Mayor had been within hearing , might have cost him five shillings . " There is something very queer in this , after all . The clothes , you say , have positively disappeared . Somebody is playing you a trick ; and , ten to one ...
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... lord , washed ashore in the lower creek , " said the seneschal . The Baron was going to throw the shells at his head ; but paused in the act , and said with much dignity , — " Turn out the fellow's pockets ! " But the defunct had before ...
... lord , washed ashore in the lower creek , " said the seneschal . The Baron was going to throw the shells at his head ; but paused in the act , and said with much dignity , — " Turn out the fellow's pockets ! " But the defunct had before ...
Side 71
... lord , Father Fothergill says as how that it's the Grinning Sailor , and he won't bury him anyhow . " ― " Oh ! he won't won't he ? " said the Baron . Can it be wondered at that he called for his boots ? - Sir Ralph de Shurland , Lord of ...
... lord , Father Fothergill says as how that it's the Grinning Sailor , and he won't bury him anyhow . " ― " Oh ! he won't won't he ? " said the Baron . Can it be wondered at that he called for his boots ? - Sir Ralph de Shurland , Lord of ...
Side 72
... lord . " " And , Periwinkle , -tell Father Fothergill I would fain speak with his reverence . " " Ye - ye - yes , my lord . " The Baron's beard was peaked ; and his mustaches , stiff and stumpy , projected horizontally like those of a ...
... lord . " " And , Periwinkle , -tell Father Fothergill I would fain speak with his reverence . " " Ye - ye - yes , my lord . " The Baron's beard was peaked ; and his mustaches , stiff and stumpy , projected horizontally like those of a ...
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Side 211 - His pinions drooped, he could hardly stand, His head was as bald as the palm of your hand; His eye so dim, So wasted each limb, That, heedless of grammar, they all cried " THAT'S HIM! That's the scamp that has done this scandalous thing! That's the thief that has got my Lord Cardinal's ring!
Side 109 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Side 205 - The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair ! Bishop and abbot and prior were there ; Many a monk, and many a friar, Many a knight, and many a squire, With a great many more of lesser degree — In sooth a goodly company; And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.
Side 36 - Now open lock To the Dead Man's knock ! Fly bolt, and bar, and band ! — Nor move, nor swerve Joint, muscle, or nerve, At the spell of the Dead Man's hand ! Sleep all who sleep ! — Wake all who wake ! — But be as the Dead for the Dead Man's sake...
Side 206 - ... lesser degree, — In sooth, a goodly company; And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee. Never, I ween, Was a prouder seen, Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams, Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!
Side 206 - The Devil must be in that Little Jackdaw ! " The feast was over, the board was cleared, The flawns and the custards had all disappeared, And six little Singing-boys, — dear little souls In nice clean faces, and nice white stoles, — Came, in order due, Two by two, Marching that grand refectory through ! A nice little boy held a golden ewer, Embossed and filled with water, as pure As any that flows between Rheims and Namur.
Side 289 - Went the high-trotting mare at a very quick pace; She produced some alarm. But did no great harm, Save frightening a nurse with a child on her arm, Spattering with clay Two urchins at play, Knocking down — very much to the sweeper's dismay — An old woman who wouldn't get out of the way, And upsetting a stall Near Exeter Hall, Which made all the pious Church-Mission folks squall, But eastward afar, Through Temple Bar, My Lord Tomnoddy directs his car; Never heeding their squalls, Or their calls,...
Side 206 - We two are the greatest folks here today! ' And the priests, with awe, As such freaks they saw, Said, ' The Devil must be in that little Jackdaw! ' The feast was over, the board was clear'd, The flawns and the custards had all disappear'd, And six little Singing-boys, — dear little souls!
Side 290 - Lieutenant Tregooze Is dreaming of Jews, And acceptances all the bill-brokers refuse ; My Lord Tomnoddy Has drunk all his toddy, And just as the dawn is beginning to peep, The whole of the party are fast asleep. Sweetly, oh ! sweetly, the morning breaks, With roseate streaks, Like the first faint...
Side 41 - Look at the Clock !— Do !— Look at the Clock !' Winifred Pryce was tidy and clean, Her gown was a flower'd one, her petticoat green, Her buckles were bright as her milking cans, And her hat was a beaver, and made like a man's ; Her little red eyes were deep set in their socket-holes, Her gown-tail was...