Lavengro: The Scholar--the Gypsy--the Priest, Band 3John Murray, 1851 - 426 Seiten |
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 148 - God bringeth thee into a good land, a land of brooks of water, of fountains and depths that spring out of valleys and hills...
Seite iv - THE -ZINCALI ; or, AN ACCOUNT OF THE GYPSIES OF SPAIN, with an original Collection of their Songs and Poetry, and a copious Dictionary of their Language, by GEORGE BORROW, late Agent of the British and Foreign Bible Society in Spain, in two volumes.
Seite 64 - You have taken drows, sir," said Mrs. Herne ; " do you hear, sir ? drows ; tip him a stave, child, of the song of poison." And thereupon the girl clapped her hands, and sang — The Rommany churl And the Rommany girl, To-morrow shall hie To poison the sty, And bewitch on the mead The farmer's steed. " Do you hear that, sir ? " said Mrs. Herne ; " the child has tipped you a stave of the song of poison...
Seite 217 - Won't the horse satisfy you? " " Horse nor bellows either." " No mercy, then." " Here's at you." " Mind your eyes, Jack. There, you've got it. I thought so," shouted the girl, as the fellow staggered back from a sharp blow in the eye. " I thought he was chaffing at you all along.
Seite 214 - He's chaffing; let me at him!" and, before I could put myself on my guard, she struck me a blow on the face which had nearly brought me to the ground. "Enough," said I, putting my hand to my cheek; "you have now performed your promise, and made me wipe my face: now be pacified, and tell me fairly the ground of this quarrel.
Seite 224 - ... first his looks were dull and heavy, and without any intelligence at all; he soon, however, began to recollect himself, and to be conscious of his situation; he cast a scowling glance at me, then one of the deepest malignity at the tall girl, who was still walking about without taking much notice of what was going forward. At last he looked at his right hand, which had evidently suffered from the blow against the tree, and a halfstifled curse escaped his lips. The vulgar woman now said something...
Seite 209 - I heard a stamping or sliding, as if of a horse in some difficulty; and then a loud curse, and the next moment appeared a man and a horse and cart; the former holding the head of the horse up to prevent him from falling, of which he was in danger, owing to the precipitous nature of the path. Whilst thus occupied, the head of the man was averted from me. When, however, he had reached the bottom of the descent, he turned his head, and perceiving me, as I stood bareheaded, without either coat or waistcoat,...
Seite 215 - I don't think he's chaffing now," said the girl, whose anger seemed to have subsided on a sudden; "the young man speaks civil enough." "Civil!" said the fellow, with an oath; "but that's just like you; with you it is a blow, and all over. .Civil! I suppose you would have him stay here, and get into all my secrets, and hear all I may have to say to my two morts.
Seite 226 - She then whipped on the horse, and ascended the pass, followed by the man. The carts were light, and they were not long in ascending the winding path. I followed to see that they took their departure. Arriving at the top, I found near the entrance a small donkey-cart, which I concluded belonged to the girl. The tinker and his mort were already at some distance; I stood looking after them for a little time, then taking the donkey by the reins I led it with the cart to the bottom of the dingle. Arrived...
Seite 219 - I can never stand this," said I, as I sat on the knee of Belle, "I am afraid I must give in ; the Flaming Tinman hits very hard," and I spat out a mouthful of blood.