The Ingoldsby Legends: Or Mirth and MarvelsWorthington, 1890 - 406 páginas |
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Auto-da-fé bell Birchington Bloudie Jacke blue Bolton Hall boys call'd cloth cold Count cried Dame dear declare Devil Dol-drum e'en ev'ry Exciseman Gill fair fancy Father fear Fiddle-de-dee folks François Xavier Auguste Friar gentleman Ghost gone hand head heard heart Holy INGOLDSBY LEGENDS King Knight Lady LEGEND look look'd Lord Malvoisie matter Miss Monks morning ne'er never nose o'er Old Nick once Pooh poor pray queer quoth Ralph de Diceto Rigmaree round Rupert Saint SAINT MEDARD Salisbury Plain scarce seem'd seen Shylock sigh sight Sir Alured Sir Ingoldsby Bray smile Smuggler Bill sort sound sure sure as fate tail tell thee There's thing Thomas à Becket THOMAS INGOLDSBY thou thought turn'd twas vex'd Washford ween word young
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Página 55 - As Captain Macheath says, — and when one 's in debt, The sight 's as unpleasant a one as I know, Yet still not so bad after all, I suppose, As if, when one cannot discharge what one owes, They...
Página 335 - ... supplied, And managed to hold her up. — But when she ' comes to,' Oh ! 'tis shocking to view The sight which the corpse reveals ! Sir Thomas's body, It...
Página 134 - What make you here? — The gloom upon your youthful cheek speaks anything but joy;" Again I said, " What make you here, you little vulgar Boy ?" He frown'd, that little vulgar Boy, — he deem'd I meant to scoff— And when the little heart is big, a little
Página 206 - King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown; He held them sixpence all too dear, With that he call'd the tailor lown. "He was a wight of high renown, And thou art but of low degree. 'Tis pride that pulls the country down; Then take thine auld cloak about thee.
Página 400 - Were I but what my whole implies, And pass'd by chance across your portal : You'd cry, ' Can I believe my eyes ? I never saw so queer a mortal ! ' " For then my head would not be on, My arms their shoulders must abandon ; My very body would be gone, I should not have a leg to stand on.
Página 46 - I BELIEVE there are few But have heard of a Jew, Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a ' screw' In money transactions as ever you knew ; An exorbitant miser, who never yet lent A ducat at less than three hundred per cent., Insomuch that the veriest spendthrift in Venice, Who'd take no more care of his pounds than his pennies,.
Página 144 - Yield thee ! now yield thee, thou Smuggler Bill!" Smuggler Bill, he looks behind, And he sees a Dun horse come swift as the wind, And his nostrils smoke and his eyes they blaze Like a couple of lamps on a yellow post-chaise ! Every shoe he has got Appears red hot!
Página 335 - Twas e'en so — poor dear Knight! — with his 'specs' and his hat He'd gone poking his nose into this and to that ; When, close to the side Of the bank he espied An
Página 136 - I changed a shilling — (which in town the people call "a Bob ")— It was not so much for myself as for that vulgar child — And I said, " A pint of double X, and please to draw it mild!