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Página 52 - ... 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. Never, I ween, Was a prouder seen, Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams, Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!
Página 54 - That's the thief that has got my Lord Cardinal's Ring ! " The poor little Jackdaw, When the monks he saw, Feebly gave vent to the ghost of a caw ; And turn'd his bald head, as much as to say, " Pray, be so good as to walk this way...
Página 311 - 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 31 - consumedly ache " on the morrow. We bore him home, and we put him to bed, And we told his wife and his daughter To give him, next morning, a couple of red Herrings, with...
Página 121 - ... You may roam through the City, transversely or straight, From Whitechapel turnpike to Cumberland gate, And every young Lady who thrums a guitar, Ev'ry mustachio'd Shopman who smokes a cigar, With affected devotion Promulgates his notion, Of being a ' Rover ' and ' Child of the Ocean '— Whate'er their age, sex, or condition may be, They all of them long for the ' Wide, Wide Sea ! ' But, however they dote Only set them afloat, In any craft bigger at all than a boat, Take them down to the Nore,...
Página 247 - I meant to scoff, And when the little heart is big, a little 'sets it off;' He put his finger in his mouth, his little bosom rose ; He had no little handkerchief to wipe his little nose. ' Hark ! ' don't you hear, my little man ? — it's striking Nine,' I said, ' An hour when all good little boys and girls should be in bed.
Página 423 - The Lady Jane was tall and slim, The Lady Jane was fair, Alas for Sir Thomas ! — she grieved for him, As she saw two serving-men, sturdy of limb, His body between them bear, She...
Página 418 - The particular month ; but l think 'twas in May, — • 'Twas, I know, in the Spring-time, — when 'Nature looks gay,' As the Poet observes, — and on tree-top and spray The dear little dickey-birds carol away ; When the grass is so green, and the sun is so bright, And all things are teeming with life and with light, — That the whole of the house was thrown into affright. For no soul could conceive what was gone with the Knight ! It seems he had taken A light breakfast — bacon...
Página 422 - Or shall send him with care, (Right side uppermost) home ; or shall give notice where The said middle-aged GENTLEMAN is ; or shall state Any fact, that may tend to throw light on his fate, To the man at the turnpike, called...
Página 421 - Grove, whose choir so sweetly cheers Us now, shall sound on other ears, — The joyous Lamb, as now, shall play, But other eyes its sports survey, — The Stream we loved shall roll as fair, The flowery sweets, the trim Parterre Shall scent, as now, the ambient air, — The Tree, whose bending branches bear The One loved name — shall yet be there ; — But where the hand that carved it ? — Where ?" — These were hinted to me as The very ideas Which...