The Ingoldsby Legends, Or, Mirth and MarvelsR. Bentley, 1866 - 468 páginas |
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Página 48 - Statutes in that case made and provided, and against the peace of our Sovereign Lord the King, his crown, and dignity.
Página 72 - 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 129 - 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. Never, I ween, Was a prouder seen, Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams, Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!
Página 131 - 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 131 - ... 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 131 - 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 wagg'd with an impudent air, No longer he perch'd on the Cardinal's chair.
Página 417 - Tout au contraire, No lady so fair Was e'er known to wear more contented an air ; And, let who would call, — every day she was there, Propounding receipts for some delicate fare, Some toothsome conserve, of quince, apple, or pear, Or distilling strong waters, — or potting a hare, — Or counting her spoons and her crockery-ware ; Or...
Página 131 - 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 32 - Spout ' No sooner came out Than Winifred Pryce would turn her about, And with scorn on her lip, And a hand on each hip, ' Spout ' herself till her nose grew red at the tip.
Página 461 - Georgiana ; Our heart's empress then ; see, 'tis grown all askew ; And it's not without grief we perforce entertain a Conviction, it now looks much more like a Q. This should be the great D too, that once stood for Dobbin, Her loved patronymic — ah ! can it be so?