The Ingoldsby Legends, Or, Mirth and MarvelsRichard Bentley, 1840 - 338 sider |
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Side 8
... there, his breeches, the supposed repository of the supposed documents, could never be found. The master of Tapton Everard smiled when he heard Dame Jones's hint of deeds which might impeach the validity of his own title in favour of ...
... there, his breeches, the supposed repository of the supposed documents, could never be found. The master of Tapton Everard smiled when he heard Dame Jones's hint of deeds which might impeach the validity of his own title in favour of ...
Side 2
... there was the tunic aforesaid , there was a smart - looking kersey- mere waistcoat ; but the most important article in a gentleman's wardrobe was still wanting . " Where can they be ? " asked the master , with a strong accent on the ...
... there was the tunic aforesaid , there was a smart - looking kersey- mere waistcoat ; but the most important article in a gentleman's wardrobe was still wanting . " Where can they be ? " asked the master , with a strong accent on the ...
Side 3
... there must be some other entrance to the room pooh ! I remember the private staircase ; how could I be such a fool ? " and he crossed the chamber to where a low oaken doorcase was dimly visible in a distant corner . He paused before it ...
... there must be some other entrance to the room pooh ! I remember the private staircase ; how could I be such a fool ? " and he crossed the chamber to where a low oaken doorcase was dimly visible in a distant corner . He paused before it ...
Side 4
... there was the " other door ; " but then that , too , on examination , was even more firmly secured than the one which opened on the gallery , — two heavy bolts on the inside effectually prevented any coup de main on the lieutenant's ...
... there was the " other door ; " but then that , too , on examination , was even more firmly secured than the one which opened on the gallery , — two heavy bolts on the inside effectually prevented any coup de main on the lieutenant's ...
Side 5
... There was that within his pocket which could disprove the knight's right to issue that or any other command within the walls of Tapton . " The intrusion , though momentary , seemed to have produced a beneficial effect ; the voices of ...
... There was that within his pocket which could disprove the knight's right to issue that or any other command within the walls of Tapton . " The intrusion , though momentary , seemed to have produced a beneficial effect ; the voices of ...
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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
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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...