The Ingoldsby Legends; Or, Mirth and Marvel, Volúmenes 1-2W. J. Widdleton, 1878 - 406 páginas |
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The Ingoldsby Legends, Or Mirth and Marvels by Thomas Ingoldsby Thomas Ingoldsby Vista completa - 1861 |
Términos y frases comunes
Abbey Alured Auto-da-fé Baron Birchington Bloudie Jacke Bolton Hall brow call'd cold Count cried Dame dead dear declare deuce Dol-drum door e'en Exciseman Gill fair fancy Father fear Fiddle-de-dee folks François Xavier Auguste Friar gentleman Ghost gone grey Guienne half Hall hand head heard holy INGOLDSBY LEGENDS King knee Lady LEGEND look look'd Lord Malvoisie matter Miss Monks morning ne'er never night nose o'er Old Nick once pompoons poor pray pretty quoth round Saint SAINT MEDARD Salisbury Plain scarce seem'd seen Shurland Shylock Simpkinson Sir Alured Sir Guy Sir Ingoldsby Bray smile Smuggler Bill sort sound stone stood sure sure as fate Tappington tell thee There's thing Thomas à Becket THOMAS INGOLDSBY thou thought turn'd twas vex'd walk ween whole word young
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Página 135 - " Cheer up ! cheer up! my little man — cheer up !" I kindly said, " You are a naughty boy to take such things into your head : If you should jump from off the pier...
Página 79 - Water and earth alike reject him," returned the Chaplain ; " holy St. Bridget herself - " " Bridget me no Bridgets ! — do me thine office quickly, Sir Shaveling; or, by the Piper that played before Moses ! - " The oath was a fearful one ; and whenever the Baron swore to do mischief, he was never known to perjure himself. He was playing with the hilt of his sword. — " Do me thine office, I say. Give him his passport to Heaven ! " " He is already gone to hell !
Página 139 - The fire-flash shines from Reculver cliff, And the answering light burns blue in the skiff, And there they stand, That smuggling band, Some in the water, and some on the sand, Ready those contraband goods to land ; The night is dark, they are silent and still, — At the head of the party is Smuggler Bill ! «Now lower away! come, lower away! We must be far ere the dawn of the day. ' If Exciseman Gill should get scent of the prey, And should come, and should catch us here, what would he say? Come,...
Página 211 - 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 twigged it, Some rascal or other had popp'd in, and prigg'd it!
Página 119 - Alack! ill at ease, worthy sir, ill at ease," returned the hind; "his honour is up and stirring; but he hath rested none, and complaineth that the same gnawing pain devoureth, as it were, his very vitals: in sooth he is ill at ease.
Página 135 - Ah! I haven't got no supper ! and I haven't got no ma ! — "My father, he is on the seas — my mother's dead and gone ! And I am here, on this here pier, to roam the world alone ; I have not had, this livelong day, one drop to cheer my heart, Nor 'brown' to buy a bit of bread with— let alone a tart.
Página 137 - I'd never heard before, A little 'gallows-looking chap' - dear me; what could he mean? With a 'carpet-swab' and 'muckingtogs,' and a hat turned up with green. He spoke about his 'precious eyes...
Página 257 - said Beatrice Grey. " Is there no hope ? " said Everard Ingoldsby. " Is there no hope ? " said Sir Guy de Montgomeri. He was the Lady Rohesia's husband ; he spoke the last. The doctor shook his head. He looked at the disconsolate widower in posse, then at the hour-glass ; its waning sand seemed sadly to shadow forth the sinking pulse of his patient. Dr. Butts was a very learned man. " Ars longa, vita brevis ! " said Doctor Butts. " I am very sorry to hear it,
Página 331 - Who sat by her side, Though I really can't say that he actually cried, At least had a tear in his eye ! — As much as can well be expected perhaps, From ' very young fellows ' for very
Página 105 - Because, as we are told — a sad old joke, too — Ghosts, like the ladies, 'never speak till spoke to.' Cowards, 'tis said, in certain situations, Derive a sort of courage from despair, And then perform, from downright desperation, Much more than many a bolder man would dare. Nick saw the Ghost was getting in a passion, And...