The Ingoldsby legends; or, Mirth and marvels, by Thomas Ingoldsby. Carmine ed |
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Página 66 - 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 124 - Behold, he is in your power; only spare his life." So Satan went forth from the presence of the Lord, and afflicted Job with loathsome sores from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.
Página 125 - ... 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 cursed him in coughing, in sneezing, in winking; He cursed him in sitting, in standing, in lying; He cursed him in walking, in riding, in flying ; He cursed him in living, he cursed him dying ! — Never was heard such a terrible curse ! But what gave rise To no little...
Página 125 - 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 wagged with an impudent air, No longer he perch'd on the Cardinal's chair.
Página 25 - LOOK AT THE CLOCK!" FYTTK i. OOK at the Clock! " quoth Winifred Pryce, As she open'd the door to her husband's knock, Then paus'd to give him a piece of advice, " You nasty Warmint, look at the Clock ! Is this the way, you Wretch, every day you Treat her who vow'd to love and obey you ?— Out all night! Me in a fright; Staggering home as it's just getting light! You intoxified brute !—you insensible block!— Look at the Clock!—Do !— Look at the Clock...
Página 125 - Cardinal call'd 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...
Página 123 - 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 277 - What make you here, you little vulgar Boy ?' He frown'd, that little vulgar Boy, — he deem'd I meant to scoff — And when the little heart is big, a little
Página 144 - Tis done ! — I am gone ! — over briar, brook, and rill ! They'll be sharp lads who catch me !' said young Miss Odille. But you've all read in 2Esop, or Phasdrus, or Gay, How a tortoise and hare ran together one day ; How the hare, making play, ' Progress'd right slick away...
Página 171 - 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!