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The Ingoldsby Legends

or, Mirth and Marvels. By Thomas Ingoldsby [i.e. R. H. Barham]

Ingoldsby, Thomas (1788-1845)

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THE NURSE'S STORY.

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PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY.

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LEGEND OF HAMILTON TIGHE.

THE WITCHES' FROLIC.

THE JACKDAW OF RHEIMS.

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A LAY OF ST. DUNSTAN.

A LAY OF ST. GENGULPHUS.

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THE LAY OF ST. ODILLE.

A LAY OF ST. NICHOLAS.

MR. BARNEY MAGUIRE'S ACCOUNT OF THE CORONATION.

THE “MONSTRE” BALLOON.

HON. MR. SUCKLETHUMBKIN'S STORY.

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SOME ACCOUNT OF A NEW PLAY

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III.

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V.

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MR. PETERS'S STORY.

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II.

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THE BLACK MOUSQUETAIRE.

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II.

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SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS.

LAY OF THE NAIADS.

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THE MERCHANT OF VENICE.

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THE AUTO-DA-FÉ.

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THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE!

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NURSERY REMINISCENCES.

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MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE.

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THE SMUGGLER'S LEAP.

Bloudie Jacke of Shrewsberrie.

THE BABES IN THE WOOD; OR, THE NORFOLK TRAGEDY.

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THE DEAD DRUMMER.

A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS (BOX).

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THE LAY OF ST. CUTHBERT; OR,

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THE LAY OF ST ALOYS.

THE LAY OF THE OLD WOMAN CLOTHED IN GREY.

RAISING THE DEVIL.

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THE LORD OF THOULOUSE:

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THE WEDDING-DAY;

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THE BLASPHEMER'S WARNING.

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THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON.

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THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY.

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THE HOUSE-WARMING!!

THE FORLORN ONE.

UNSOPHISTICATED WISHES.

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

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HERMANN; OR, THE BROKEN SPEAR.

HINTS FOR AN HISTORICAL PLAY;

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THE CONFESSION.

NEW MADE HONOUR.

EPIGRAM.

AS I LAYE A-THYNKYNGE.

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EPIGRAM.

EHEU FUGACES!

What Horace says is,
Eheu fugaces
Anni labuntur, Postume, Postume!
Years glide away, and are lost to me, lost to me!
Now, when the folks in the dance sport their merry toes,
Taglionis and Ellslers, Duvernays and Ceritos,
Sighing I murmur, “O mihi præteritos!”