The Ingoldsby legends; or, Mirth and marvels, by Thomas Ingoldsby. Carmine edRichard Bentley, 1869 - 176 páginas |
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Página 48 - Cardinal drew off each plum-colour'd shoe, And left his red stockings exposed to the view ; He peeps and he feels, In the toes and the heels ; They turn up the dishes, — they turn up the plates, — They take up the poker and poke out the grates, — They turn up the rugs, They examine the mugs : — But, no ! — no such thing ; — They can't find THE RING ! And the Abbot declared that ' when nobody twigg'd it, Some rascal or other had popp'd in and prigg'd it...
Página 27 - 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 18 - Statutes in that case made and provided, and against the peace of our Sovereign Lord the King, his crown, and dignity.
Página 48 - never had known such a pious Jackdaw ! ' He long lived the pride of that country side, And at last in the odour of sanctity died ; When, as words were too faint, his merits to paint, The Conclave determined to make him a Saint ! And on...
Página 48 - The monks and the friars they search'd till dawn ; When the Sacristan saw, On crumpled claw, Come limping a poor little lame Jackdaw ! No longer gay, As on yesterday ; His feathers all seem'd to be turn'd the wrong way ; His pinions droop'd — he could hardly stand, — His head was as bald as the palm of your hand ; His eye so dim, So wasted each limb, That, heedless of grammar, they all cried, "THAT'S HIM...
Página 25 - Neath the counterpane just as we laid him. We tuck'd him in, and had hardly done When, beneath the window calling, We heard the rough voice of a son of a gun Of a watchman " one o'clock !
Página 48 - His pinions droop'd — he could hardly stand, — His head was as bald as the palm of your hand ; His eye so dim, So wasted each limb, That, heedless of grammar, they all cried " THAT'S HIM ! — That's the scamp that has done this scandalous thing! That's the thief that has got my Lord Cardinal's Ring...
Página 62 - Divil, undernathe the stairs. Then the cannons thunder'd, and the people wonder'd, Crying, " God save Victoria, our Royal Queen ! " Och ! if myself should live to be a hundred, Sure it's the proudest day that I'll have seen!
Página 63 - Antonio, and Master Black-more ; But to see a man swing At the end of a string, With his neck in a noose, will be quite a new thing.' My Lord Tomnoddy stept into his cab — Dark rifle green, with a lining of drab ; Through street and through square, His high-trotting mare, Like one of Ducrow's, goes pawing the air. Adown Piccadilly and Waterloo Place Went the high-trotting mare at a very quick pace ; She produced some alarm, But did no great harm, Save frightening a nurse with a child on her arm,...
Página 47 - In sooth a goodly company; And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee. Never, I ween, Was a prouder seen, Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams, Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!