The Ingoldsby Legends, Or Mirth and MarvelsRichard Bentley, 1867 |
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Página 417 - Nay more ; don't suppose With such doings as those This account of her merits must come to a close ; No ; — examine her conduct more closely, you'll find She by no means neglected improving her mind ; For there, all the while, with air quite bewitching, She sat herring-boning, tambouring, or stitching, Or having an eye to affairs of the kitchen. Close by her side, Sat her kinsman, MacBride, Her cousin, fourteen-times removed, — as you'll see ]f you look at the Ingoldsby family tree, In ' Burke's...
Página 70 - A Knight of Cales, A Gentleman of Wales, And a Laird of the North Countree A Yeoman of Kent, With his yearly rent, Will buy them out all three!
Página 132 - That they never had known such a pious Jackdaw ! He long lived the pride Of that country side, And at last in the odor of sanctity died ; When, as words were too faint His merits to paint, The Conclave determined to make him a Saint. And on...
Página 418 - Ding-dong'd, as it ever was wont, at half-past, While Betsey and Sally, And Thompson the Valet, And every one else was beginning to bless himself, Wondering the Knight had not come in to dress himself, — — Quoth Betsey, " Dear me ! why the fish will be cold !" — Quoth Sally, "Good gracious! how 'Missis
Página 467 - As I laye a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, Sweetly sang the Birde as she sat upon the briar; There came a lovely Childe, And his face was meek and mild, Yet joyously he smiled On his sire; As I laye a-thynkynge, a Cherub mote admire.
Página 129 - Embossed and filled with water, as pure As any that flows between Rheims and Namur. Which a nice little boy stood ready to catch In a fine golden hand-basin made to match. Two nice little boys, rather more grown...
Página 179 - On all - save the wretch condemn'd to die! Alack! that ever so fair a Sun, As that which its course has now begun, Should rise on such a scene of misery! Should gild with rays so light and free That dismal, dark-frowning Gallows-tree!
Página 427 - They look over their books as a matter of course. Now scarce had Nick...
Página 131 - Where the first thing they saw midst the sticks and the straw Was the ring in the nest of that little Jackdaw! Then the great Lord Cardinal...
Página 468 - Sweetly sang the Birde as she sat upon the briar; There came a lovely Childe, And his face was meek and mild, Yet joyously he smiled On his sire; As I laye a-thynkynge, a Cherub mote admire. But I laye a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, a-thynkynge, And sadly sang the Birde as it...