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Page 121 - 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.
Page 220 - 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.
Page 221 - His pinions drooped, 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!
Page 219 - Off each plum-colored 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 twigged it, Some rascal or other had popped in and prigged it!
Page 48 - Open lock To the Dead Man's knock ! Fly bolt, and bar, and band ! Nor move, nor swerve Joint, muscle, or nerve, At the spell of the Dead Man's hand! Sleep all who sleep! — Wake all who wake! — But be as the Dead for the Dead Man's sake!
Page 218 - And he peered in the face Of his Lordship's Grace, With a satisfied look, as if he would say, " WE TWO are the greatest folks here to-day...
Page 276 - She would drown a witch, drink lambs' wool at Christmas, beg Dominie Dumps's boys a holiday, and dine upon sprats on Good Friday! A low moan from the subject of these eulogies seemed to intimate that the enumeration of her good deeds was not altogether lost on her, — that the parting spirit felt and rejoiced in the testimony. ' She was too good for earth !
Page 217 - Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair ! Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there ; Many a monk, and many a friar, Many a knight, and many a squire, With a great many more of lesser degree, — In sooth a goodly company ; And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.
Page 301 - 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, Spattering with clay Two urchins at play, Knocking down — very much to the sweeper's dismay — An old woman who wouldn't get out of the way, And upsetting a stall, Near Exeter Hall, Which made all the pious Church-Mission folks squall. But eastward afar, Through Temple Bar, My Lord Tomnoddy directs his car ; Never heeding their squalls, Or their calls,...