Mercedes of Castile: Or, The Voyage to CathayLea and Blanchard, 1840 - 538 psl. |
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... favour me with a visitation of his hand . " " Thou art wrong - and too much accustomed to be heed- less , Diego , " answered his comrade ; " and it had been no wonder had that youth struck thee to the earth , for the in- dignity thou ...
... favour me with a visitation of his hand . " " Thou art wrong - and too much accustomed to be heed- less , Diego , " answered his comrade ; " and it had been no wonder had that youth struck thee to the earth , for the in- dignity thou ...
19 psl.
... favour me with a visitation of his hand . " " Thou art wrong - and too much accustomed to be heed- less , Diego , " answered his comrade ; " and it had been no wonder had that youth struck thee to the earth , for the in- dignity thou ...
... favour me with a visitation of his hand . " " Thou art wrong - and too much accustomed to be heed- less , Diego , " answered his comrade ; " and it had been no wonder had that youth struck thee to the earth , for the in- dignity thou ...
21 psl.
... favour I had conferred , I might hope it would be forgot- ten ; but an indignity sticks long in the memory . " Here the two soldiers moved away , continuing the dis- course from time to time , although the elder frequently ad- monished ...
... favour I had conferred , I might hope it would be forgot- ten ; but an indignity sticks long in the memory . " Here the two soldiers moved away , continuing the dis- course from time to time , although the elder frequently ad- monished ...
22 psl.
... favour . In another minute , the usual order of the journey was resumed . As the night advanced , and the hour arrived when man and beast usually betray fatigue , these travellers pushed their mules the hardest ; and about midnight , by ...
... favour . In another minute , the usual order of the journey was resumed . As the night advanced , and the hour arrived when man and beast usually betray fatigue , these travellers pushed their mules the hardest ; and about midnight , by ...
25 psl.
... favour , for some aid in that matter . " The king smiled , in his own sedate manner ; but the Count de Treviño pressing nearer to his side , at that mo- ment , the discourse was changed . That night , Ferdinand of Aragon slept soundly ...
... favour , for some aid in that matter . " The king smiled , in his own sedate manner ; but the Count de Treviño pressing nearer to his side , at that mo- ment , the discourse was changed . That night , Ferdinand of Aragon slept soundly ...
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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.
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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...
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