The Ingoldsby Legends, Or, Mirth and MarvelsRichard Bentley, 1840 - 338 sider |
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... ; and Tom Ingoldsby had brought down his college friend the Honourable Augustus Sucklethumbkin , with his groom and pointers , to take a fortnight's shooting . And then there was Mrs. Ogleton , the rich young B 5 OF TAPPINGTON . 9.
... ; and Tom Ingoldsby had brought down his college friend the Honourable Augustus Sucklethumbkin , with his groom and pointers , to take a fortnight's shooting . And then there was Mrs. Ogleton , the rich young B 5 OF TAPPINGTON . 9.
Side 40
... brought to light , rescued from the grave in which they had been buried , like the strata of a Christmas pie ; and , after having been well aired by Mrs. Botherby , became once again effective . The family , the ladies especially ...
... brought to light , rescued from the grave in which they had been buried , like the strata of a Christmas pie ; and , after having been well aired by Mrs. Botherby , became once again effective . The family , the ladies especially ...
Side 66
... brought the sainted lady out of her warm shrine at such a time of night ? and on such a night ? for it was as dark as pitch , and , meta- phorically speaking , " rained cats and dogs . " Emmanuel could not speak , so he looked the ques ...
... brought the sainted lady out of her warm shrine at such a time of night ? and on such a night ? for it was as dark as pitch , and , meta- phorically speaking , " rained cats and dogs . " Emmanuel could not speak , so he looked the ques ...
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Thomas Ingoldsby. " Bring me my boots ! " said the Baron . They brought him his boots , and his dapple - grey steed along with them . Such a courser ! all blood and bone , short - backed , broad - chested , and , but that he was a little ...
Thomas Ingoldsby. " Bring me my boots ! " said the Baron . They brought him his boots , and his dapple - grey steed along with them . Such a courser ! all blood and bone , short - backed , broad - chested , and , but that he was a little ...
Side 93
... - ish , betraying , as it were , a touch of the old Baron's temperament ; but we never could learn that she actually kicked her husband . She brought him a very pretty fortune in chains , owches , and Saracen GREY DOLPHIN . 93.
... - ish , betraying , as it were , a touch of the old Baron's temperament ; but we never could learn that she actually kicked her husband . She brought him a very pretty fortune in chains , owches , and Saracen GREY DOLPHIN . 93.
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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...