The Ingoldsby Legends, Or, Mirth and MarvelsRichard Bentley, 1840 - 338 sider |
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Side 35
... living man , so surely did that spectral ana- tomy visit my room again last night , grin in my face , and walk away with my trousers ; nor was I able to spring from my bed , or break the chain which seemed to bind me to my pillow ...
... living man , so surely did that spectral ana- tomy visit my room again last night , grin in my face , and walk away with my trousers ; nor was I able to spring from my bed , or break the chain which seemed to bind me to my pillow ...
Side 41
... living together quite as happily as two good - hearted good - tempered bo- dies , very fond of each other , can possibly do ; and that since the day of his marriage Charles has shown no disposition to jump out of bed , or ramble out of ...
... living together quite as happily as two good - hearted good - tempered bo- dies , very fond of each other , can possibly do ; and that since the day of his marriage Charles has shown no disposition to jump out of bed , or ramble out of ...
Side 42
... - velvet , it was evident that some generations must have passed away since any living being could have stood towards him in that degree of consan- guinity . 43 THE NURSE'S STORY . THE HAND OF GLORY . 42 THE SPECTRE OF TAPPINGTON .
... - velvet , it was evident that some generations must have passed away since any living being could have stood towards him in that degree of consan- guinity . 43 THE NURSE'S STORY . THE HAND OF GLORY . 42 THE SPECTRE OF TAPPINGTON .
Side 92
... living with her maternal aunt , the abbess , in the Ursuline convent of Greenwich . The young lady came , and with her came one Master Ingoldsby , her cousin - german by the mother's side ; but the Baron was too far gone in the dead ...
... living with her maternal aunt , the abbess , in the Ursuline convent of Greenwich . The young lady came , and with her came one Master Ingoldsby , her cousin - german by the mother's side ; but the Baron was too far gone in the dead ...
Side 94
... If the princi- pal actor in it be yet living , he must have reached a very advanced age . He was often at the Hall , in my infancy , on professional visits . THE GHOST . THERE stands a City , neither large 94 GREY DOLPHIN .
... If the princi- pal actor in it be yet living , he must have reached a very advanced age . He was often at the Hall , in my infancy , on professional visits . THE GHOST . THERE stands a City , neither large 94 GREY DOLPHIN .
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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...