The Ingoldsby Legends, Or, Mirth and MarvelsRichard Bentley, 1840 - 338 sider |
Inni boken
Resultat 1-5 av 11
Side 84
... Guy Pearson , too , had got a black eye from a brick - bat , and the ... Sir Ralph ; and out he sallied , followed by the élite of his retainers ... Lord of Sheppey left alone in his glory . But , brave as the Baron undoubtedly was , and ...
... Guy Pearson , too , had got a black eye from a brick - bat , and the ... Sir Ralph ; and out he sallied , followed by the élite of his retainers ... Lord of Sheppey left alone in his glory . But , brave as the Baron undoubtedly was , and ...
Side 271
... Sir Guy de Montgomeri . -He was the Lady Rohesia's husband ; - he spoke the last . The doctor shook his head : he ... Sir Guy de Montgomeri . Sir Guy was a brave knight , and a tall ; but he was no scholar . " Alas ! my poor sister ...
... Sir Guy de Montgomeri . -He was the Lady Rohesia's husband ; - he spoke the last . The doctor shook his head : he ... Sir Guy de Montgomeri . Sir Guy was a brave knight , and a tall ; but he was no scholar . " Alas ! my poor sister ...
Side 272
Thomas Ingoldsby. Sir Guy neither sighed nor sobbed ; -his grief was too deep - seated for outward manifestation ... Sir Guy . " Where is the confessor ? " continued his grieving brother - in - law . " In the pantry , ” cried Marion ...
Thomas Ingoldsby. Sir Guy neither sighed nor sobbed ; -his grief was too deep - seated for outward manifestation ... Sir Guy . " Where is the confessor ? " continued his grieving brother - in - law . " In the pantry , ” cried Marion ...
Side 274
... Sir Guy de Mont- gomeri . " A thousand marks ! " continued the confessor , fixing his cold grey eye upon the knight , as he went on , heedless of the interruption ; - " a thousand marks ! and as many Aves and Paters shall be duly said ...
... Sir Guy de Mont- gomeri . " A thousand marks ! " continued the confessor , fixing his cold grey eye upon the knight , as he went on , heedless of the interruption ; - " a thousand marks ! and as many Aves and Paters shall be duly said ...
Side 275
... Sir Guy de Montgomeri stood pensively at the foot of the bed his arms were crossed upon his bosom , his chin was sunk upon his breast ; his eyes were filled with tears ; the dim rays of the fading watch- light gave a darker shade to the ...
... Sir Guy de Montgomeri stood pensively at the foot of the bed his arms were crossed upon his bosom , his chin was sunk upon his breast ; his eyes were filled with tears ; the dim rays of the fading watch- light gave a darker shade to the ...
Andre utgaver - Vis alle
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Abbot Bagman Barney Baron Beatrice Grey Blogg Bolsover boots Botherby breeches Broomstick brow Buckthorne chafing-dish chair clock cried dead dear deuce Doctor door Emmanuel fair falling band fancy Father Folkestone friar Gengulphus gentleman ghost gone Goody Goody Price half Hall hand hath head heard holy Ingoldsby INGOLDSBY LEGENDS Jackdaw jump'd kick knee lady Lassy Lay-brother leech little boy look look'd Lord Abbot Lord Tomnoddy Maguire Master Marsh Matthew Hopkins Miss Moidore monk morning never Nick night nose o'er Odille once pain paused Peter poor Prince Bishop Pryce quoth Ralph de Shurland RICHARD BENTLEY Saint scarcely Seaforth seem'd seemed seen Shurland Simpkinson Sir Guy Sir Ralph smile sound stood Tappington tell thee There's thing Thomas Marsh thou thought turn'd turned twas walk ween whole word young
Populære avsnitt
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...