The Ingoldsby Legends: Or, Mirth & Marvels, Volumen 1Hazard, 1856 |
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Página 85 - Statutes in that case made and provided, and against the peace of our Sovereign Lord the King, his crown, and dignity.
Página 207 - 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.
Página 209 - The great Lord Cardinal turns at the sight Of these nice little boys dress'd all in white : From his finger he draws His costly turquoise ; And, not thinking at all about little Jackdaws, Deposits it straight By the side of his plate, While the nice little boys on his Eminence wait ; Till, when...
Página 281 - MY Lord Tomnoddy got up one day ; It was half after two, He had nothing to do, So his Lordship rang for his cabriolet. Tiger Tim Was clean of limb, His boots were...
Página 97 - THERE stands a City, — neither large nor small, Its air and situation sweet and pretty ; It matters very little — if at all — Whether its denizens are dull or witty, Whether the ladies there are short or tall, Brunettes or blondes, only, there stands a city !Perhaps 'tis also requisite to minute That there's a Castle and a Cobbler in it. A fair Cathedral, too, the story goes, And kings and heroes lie...
Página 53 - 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...
Página 25 - Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night...
Página 59 - 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 turn'd up, and tucked through the pocketholes ; A face like a ferret Betoken'd her spirit : To conclude, Mrs.
Página 209 - Off each plum-colour'd shoe, And left his red stockings exposed to the view ; He peeps, and he feels In the toes and the heels ; They turn up the dishes, — they turn up the plates, — They take up the poker' and poke out the grates, — They turn up the rugs, They examine the mugs : — But, no ! — no such thing ; — They can't find THE RING ! And the Abbot declared that, "when nobody twigg'd it, Some rascal or other had popp'd in, and prigg'd it...
Página 210 - The monks and the friars they search'd till dawn ; When the Sacristan saw, On crumpled claw, Come limping a poor little lame Jackdaw ! No longer gay, As on yesterday ; His feathers all...