The Ingoldsby legends: or, Mirth and marvels

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Appleton, 1852 - English wit and humor - 320 pages
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Page 87 - Statutes in that case made and provided, and against the peace of our Sovereign Lord the King, his crown, and dignity.
Page 211 - The great Lord Cardinal turns at the sight Of these nice little boys dress'd all in white : From his finger he draws his costly turquoise And, not thinking at all about little Jackdaws, Deposits it straight by the side of his plate, While the nice little boys on his Eminence wait; Till, when...
Page 211 - 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...
Page 209 - THE 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 213 - 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 perched on the Cardinal's chair.
Page 210 - 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, Carried...
Page 61 - Do!— Look at the Clock !" Winifred Pryce was tidy and clean, Her gown was a flower'd one, her petticoat green, Her buckles were bright as her milking cans, And her hat was a beaver, and made like a man's ; Her little red eyes were deep set in their socket-holes, Her gown-tail was turn'd up, and tucked through the pocketholes ; A face like a ferret Betoken'd her spirit : To conclude, Mrs. Pryce was not over young, Had very short legs, and a very long tongue...
Page 115 - put forth his pretensions to what he averred was the only " true and original " version, viz. : — Not a sous had he got, — not a guinea or note, And he looked confoundedly flurried, As he bolted away without paying his shot, And the Landlady after him hurried. We saw him again at dead of night, When home from the Club returning; We twigg'd the Doctor beneath the light Of the gas-lamp brilliantly burning.
Page 124 - 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 212 - 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.

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