The Ingoldsby Legends, Or, Mirth and Marvels: Second seriesRichard Bentley, 1852 - 288 páginas |
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Abbey Auto-da-fé Bassanio Blois Bloudie Jacke Bolton Hall brow call'd Compline Cook cried curly-wig'd dapple-grey dear declare deuce Devil Dol-drum the Manager e'en ev'ry Exciseman Gill fair fancy Father fear Fiddle-de-dee Foix folks Foot-page François Xavier Auguste Friar gentleman Ghost gone Grace grey hand head heard Holy INGOLDSBY LEGENDS King knee Lady LEGEND little vulgar Boy look look'd Lord Matcham Medard Monks morning Mousquetaire naughty ne'er Netley never night nose o'er Old Nick Old Woman once pington poor Pope pray pretty round Saint SAINT MEDARD Salisbury Plain scarce Scroope seem'd seen Shirt Shylock sigh sight Simpkinson Sir Ingoldsby Bray Sir Rupert sits smile Smuggler Bill sure as fate tell terrible thee There's thing Thomas Ingoldsby thou thought turn'd twas Uncle walk ween young
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Página 56 - The charge is prepared, the lawyers are met, The judges all ranged ; (a terrible show !) I go undismayed, for death is a debt — A debt on demand, so take what I owe.
Página 238 - 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 157 - Don't take too much of double X! — and don't at night go out To fetch your beer yourself, but make the pot-boy bring your stout ! And when you go to Margate next, just stop, and ring the bell, Give my respects to...
Página 277 - Barest thou confront that fearful form, That rides the whirlwind and the storm In wild unholy revel ? The terrors of that blasted brow, Archangel's once, though ruin'd now — Ay, — dar'st thou face THE DEVIL ? "
Página 154 - I peep'd beneath the table-cloth — beneath the sofa too — I said, " You little vulgar boy ! why what's become of you?
Página 114 - Down with the nests, and the rooks will fly !' Down ! down they come — a fearful fall — Arch, and pillar, and roof-tree, and all, Stained pane, and sculptured stone, There they lie on the greensward strown — Mouldering walls remain alone. Shaven crown, Bombazeen gown...
Página 154 - I rang the bell for Mrs. Jones, for she was down below, " — Oh, Mrs. Jones! what do you think? — ain't this a pretty go? — That horrid little vulgar Boy whom I brought here tonight, — He's stolen my things and run away!! " — Says she,
Página 113 - And I said to myself, as I heard with a sigh, The poor lone victim's stifled cry,* " Well, I can't understand How any man's hand Could wall up that hole in a Christian land ! Why, a Mussulman Turk Would recoil from the work, And...
Página 139 - True History' to my beloved AUNT FANNY A LEGEND OF A SHIRT Virginibua, Puerisque canto. — Hon. Old Maids, and Bachelors I chant to !— TI I UNO of a shirt that never was new ! In the course of the year Eighteen hundred and two, Aunt Fanny began, Upon Grandmamma's plan, To make one for me, then her
Página 151 - 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. Run home and get your supper, else your Ma...