The Ingoldsby Legends: Or, Mirth and Marvels, Volumen 2R. Bentley, 1852 |
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Página 151 - I bade him wipe his dirty shoes, — that little vulgar Boy, — And then I said to Mistress Jones, the kindest of her sex, " Pray be so good as go and fetch a pint of double X." But Mrs. Jones was rather cross, she made a little noise, She said she " did not like to wait on little vulgar Boys.
Página 158 - That lawless crew, Away, and away, and away they flew ! Some dropping one tub, some dropping two ; — Some gallop this way, and some gallop that, Through Fordwich Level — o'er Sandwich Flat, Some fly that way, and some fly this, Like a covey of birds, when the sportsmen miss ; These in their hurry Make for Sturry, With...
Página 220 - That nice little boy who sits there in his chair, Some four years old, and a few months to spare, With his laughing blue eyes, and his long curly hair, Now sucking his thumb, and now munching his pear. Again, Sir Guy the silence broke, ' It's hard upon Three ! — it's just on the stroke ! Come, serve up the dinner ! — A joke is a joke ! ' — Little he deems that Stephen de Hoaques, Who 'his fun,' as the Yankees say, everywhere 'pokes...
Página 229 - ... Between them was seated Leviathan, eager To 'do the polite,' and take wine with Belphegor; Here was Morbleu (a French devil), supping soupmeagre, And there, munching leeks, Davy Jones of Tredegar (A Welsh one), who'd left the domains of Ap Morgan To 'follow the sea...
Página 279 - ... ould divil,' and slipp'd through his claws ! In Moscow a Boyar knouting his wife — A Corsair's crew, in the Isles of Greece — And, under the dome Of St. Peter's, at Rome, He had snapp'd up a nice little Cardinal's Niece. — He had bagg'd an Inquisitor fresh from Spain — A mendicant Friar — of Monks a score, A grave Don, or two, And a Portuguese Jew, Whom he nabb'd while clipping a new Moidore. And he said to himself, as he lick'd his lips, ' Those nice little Dears ! — what a delicate...
Página 150 - I stoop'd, and thus amidst his sobs I heard him murmur — "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...
Página 227 - If so it must be, For you've had your own way from the first time I knew ye; Take your curly-wigg'd brat, and much good may he do ye! But I'll have in exchange' - here his eye flash'd with rage 'That chap with the buttons - he gave me the Page!
Página 187 - s in his coffin, Comes in to three hundred a-year ; And Jane's to have five hundred pound On her marriage paid down, ev'ry penny, So you'll own a worse match might be found, Any day in the week, than our Jenny ! ' Here the Uncle pretended to cry, And, like an old thorough-paced rogue, he Put his handkerchief up to his eye, And devoted himself to Old Bogey If he did not make matters all right, And said, should he covet their riches, He ' wished the old Gentleman might Fly away with him, body and breeches...
Página 4 - ... ve lost all I had in the world but — my temper ! " From the very beginning, Indeed, of his sinning, His air was so cheerful, his manners so winning, That once he prevailed — or his friends coin the tale for him — On the bailiff who " nabbed " him, himself to " go bail " for him. Well — we know in these cases Your " Crabs " and " Deuce Aces " • Are wont to promote frequent changes of places ; Town doctors, indeed, are most apt to declare That there 's nothing so good as the " pure country...
Página 102 - ... behind, — and before You can see almost all the way down to the Nore.* So charming a spot It's rarely one's lot To see, and when seen it's as rarely forgot. Yes, Ingoldsby Abbey is fair to see, And its Monks and its Nuns are fifty and three, And there they all stand each in their degree, Drawn up in the front of their sacred abode, Two by two in their regular mode, While a funeral comes down the Rochester road. Palmers twelve, from a foreign strand, Cockle in hat, and staff in hand, Come marching...