Mercedes of Castile: Or, The Voyage to CathayLea and Blanchard, 1840 - 538 psl. |
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... hand , first to a subject , with a view to reduce her power , and subsequently to various foreign princes , who were thought to be more or less suited to the furtherance of such schemes . Just at this moment , indeed , the marriage of ...
... hand , first to a subject , with a view to reduce her power , and subsequently to various foreign princes , who were thought to be more or less suited to the furtherance of such schemes . Just at this moment , indeed , the marriage of ...
17 psl.
... hand slapped familiarly on his knee , and such a squeeze of the leg as denoted the freedom of the camp . The laugh of Diego probably suppressed a sudden outbreak of anger , for the soldier was one whose manner indicated too much good ...
... hand slapped familiarly on his knee , and such a squeeze of the leg as denoted the freedom of the camp . The laugh of Diego probably suppressed a sudden outbreak of anger , for the soldier was one whose manner indicated too much good ...
19 psl.
... hand slapped familiarly on his knee , and such a squeeze of the leg as denoted the freedom of the camp . The laugh of Diego probably suppressed a sudden outbreak of anger , for the soldier was one whose manner indicated too much good ...
... hand slapped familiarly on his knee , and such a squeeze of the leg as denoted the freedom of the camp . The laugh of Diego probably suppressed a sudden outbreak of anger , for the soldier was one whose manner indicated too much good ...
22 psl.
... hand- ling gold , having passed his whole life in buying and sell- ing barley and oats , hath actually mislaid the purse , which it would seem he hath forgotten at the inn we have quitted , in payment of some very stale bread and rancid ...
... hand- ling gold , having passed his whole life in buying and sell- ing barley and oats , hath actually mislaid the purse , which it would seem he hath forgotten at the inn we have quitted , in payment of some very stale bread and rancid ...
23 psl.
... hand that had cast the missile spared . The youth , himself , seemed the least disturbed of them all ; and though ... hands ? " " Merchants and travellers ! " growled a voice from above " say , rather , spies and agents of King Henry ...
... hand that had cast the missile spared . The youth , himself , seemed the least disturbed of them all ; and though ... hands ? " " Merchants and travellers ! " growled a voice from above " say , rather , spies and agents of King Henry ...
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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.
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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.
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