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Página 376 - 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 145 - ... for his book, And off that terrible curse he took; The mute expression Served in lieu of confession, And, being thus coupled with full restitution, The Jackdaw got plenary absolution ! — When those words were heard, That poor little bird Was so changed in a moment, 'twas really absurd. He grew sleek, and fat; In addition to that, A fresh crop of feathers came thick as a mat ! His tail waggled more Even than before; But no longer it wagg'd with an impudent air, No longer he perch'd on the Cardinal's...
Página 54 - Statutes in that case made and provided, and against the peace of our Sovereign Lord the King, his crown, and dignity.
Página 142 - We two are the greatest folks here to-day!' 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...
Página 142 - 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 143 - And a nice little boy had a nice cake of soap, Worthy of washing the hands of the Pope. One little boy more A napkin bore, Of the best white diaper, fringed with pink, And a Cardinal's Hat mark'd in permanent ink.
Página 80 - 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.
Página 144 - The Cardinal rose with a dignified look, He call'd for his candle, his bell, and his book! In holy anger, and pious grief, He solemnly cursed that rascally thief! He cursed him at board, he cursed him in bed; From the sole of his foot to the crown of his head; He cursed him in sleeping, that every night He should dream of the devil, and wake in a fright; He cursed him in eating, he cursed him in drinking, He...
Página 190 - Then Misthur Spaker, with Misthur Pays the Quaker, All in the Gallery you might persave; But Lord Brougham was missing, and gone a-fishing, Ounly crass Lord Essex would not give him lave.