Mercedes of Castile: Or, The Voyage to CathayLea and Blanchard, 1840 - 538 psl. |
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... expect something sharper than stones , at the next visit . " " Tell me , " answered the youth , as if disdaining to be questioned himself " who holds this borough ? Is it not the noble Count of Treviño ? " " The very same , Señor ...
... expect something sharper than stones , at the next visit . " " Tell me , " answered the youth , as if disdaining to be questioned himself " who holds this borough ? Is it not the noble Count of Treviño ? " " The very same , Señor ...
103 psl.
... expect , under the blessing of God , to accomplish ? " " You have well spoken , Lord Archbishop ; it will be by the blessing of God , and under his especial care , that all will be done , for his glory and worship are involved in the ...
... expect , under the blessing of God , to accomplish ? " " You have well spoken , Lord Archbishop ; it will be by the blessing of God , and under his especial care , that all will be done , for his glory and worship are involved in the ...
104 psl.
... expect , Señor , to be intrusted with the com- mand of the expedition , in your own person ? " " Without that confidence I could not be answerable for success . I ask the full and complete authority of an ad- miral , or a sea ...
... expect , Señor , to be intrusted with the com- mand of the expedition , in your own person ? " " Without that confidence I could not be answerable for success . I ask the full and complete authority of an ad- miral , or a sea ...
124 psl.
... expect that he will not stand high in the esti- mation of others , put in Alonzo de Quintanilla . " And , moreover , my gracious and beloved mistress , " added de St. Angel , without permitting Isabella even to an- swer , " the ...
... expect that he will not stand high in the esti- mation of others , put in Alonzo de Quintanilla . " And , moreover , my gracious and beloved mistress , " added de St. Angel , without permitting Isabella even to an- swer , " the ...
140 psl.
... expect , we shall have reason to rejoice that our countenance hath not been withheld . He may not render the crown of Castile still more powerful , but he may so far enrich himself that , as a subject , he will have diffi- culty in ...
... expect , we shall have reason to rejoice that our countenance hath not been withheld . He may not render the crown of Castile still more powerful , but he may so far enrich himself that , as a subject , he will have diffi- culty in ...
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Mercedes of Castile: Or, The Voyage to Cathay, 1 tomas James Fenimore Cooper Visos knygos peržiūra - 1840 |
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admiral adventurers answered appearance Aragon beauty blessed cacique caravel Castile Castilian Cathay Christian Columbus Don Christopher Don Luis Doña Beatriz Doña Isabella Doña Mercedes Dost thou doth doubt duty earth enterprise exclaimed eyes fancied favour feelings felucca Ferdinand Genoese girl Guacanagari hand hath heart heaven hero holy honour hope hour Isabella of Castile island Juan Perez king King of Aragon lady land leagues Llera look Luis de Bobadilla lumbus manner Marchioness mariners Martin Alonzo matter Mattinao means mind mistress Moguer navigator never night Niña noble nought ocean Ozema Palos passed Pedro Pepe Pinta Pinzon poop prelate princess queen Queen of Castile returned royal sail Sancho Santa Maria seamen seemeth seen Señor Almirante Señor Colon Señor Don ship smiling sovereigns Spain thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt thought tion true truth vessels Vicente Yañez voyage wife wind young youth
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206 psl. - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
259 psl. - Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers.
24 psl. - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
81 psl. - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost.
1 psl. - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
241 psl. - As this was said, they reached the boat, and were quickly pulled on board the Santa Maria. By this time the peaks of the islands were towering like gloomy shadows in the atmosphere, and, soon after, the caravels resembled dark, shapeless specks, on the unquiet element that washed their hulls.
98 psl. - He that of such a height hath built his mind, And rear'd the dwelling of his thoughts so strong, As neither fear nor hope can shake the frame Of his resolved powers ; nor all the wind Of vanity or malice pierce to wrong His settled peace, or to disturb the same, What a fair seat hath he, from whence he may The boundless wastes and wilds of man survey...
113 psl. - Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower But 'twas the first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die.
66 psl. - Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might, the majesty of Loveliness...
51 psl. - What then are all these humane arts, and lights, But seas of errors ? In whose depths who sound, Of truth finde only sbadowes, and no ground.