Mercedes of Castile: Or, The Voyage to CathayLea and Blanchard, 1840 - 538 psl. |
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... sail , a white speck upon the water - then followed sail after sail , until we came nigh and saw her gigantic hull , with a very goodly show of bombards and cannon - some twenty at least , in all . " " Then thou agreest with this Colon ...
... sail , a white speck upon the water - then followed sail after sail , until we came nigh and saw her gigantic hull , with a very goodly show of bombards and cannon - some twenty at least , in all . " " Then thou agreest with this Colon ...
59 psl.
... sails of the English- man first ? " 66 Why , father - why- because they were first visible . Yes , because they came ... sail the lower should be its position . " " Then how happened it that thou sawest the smaller object before the ...
... sails of the English- man first ? " 66 Why , father - why- because they were first visible . Yes , because they came ... sail the lower should be its position . " " Then how happened it that thou sawest the smaller object before the ...
60 psl.
... sails much puzzleth me , and I have often felt a desire to go from one port to another , by sea , in order to ... sailing west , he can reach points that have been already attained by journeying east . ' " " " By San Lorenzo ! but the ...
... sails much puzzleth me , and I have often felt a desire to go from one port to another , by sea , in order to ... sailing west , he can reach points that have been already attained by journeying east . ' " " " By San Lorenzo ! but the ...
61 psl.
... sail on their masts — and that would be rare navigation ! What would prevent the sea from tumbling out of its bed , and falling on the Devil's fires and extinguishing them ? ” " Son Luis , " interrupted the monk , gravely , " thy light ...
... sail on their masts — and that would be rare navigation ! What would prevent the sea from tumbling out of its bed , and falling on the Devil's fires and extinguishing them ? ” " Son Luis , " interrupted the monk , gravely , " thy light ...
71 psl.
... sail in quest of Cathay and the Indies , I shall pray their Highnesses to let me be of the party , for , now that the Moor is subdued , there remaineth little for a noble to do in Spain . " " If thou should'st really go on this ...
... sail in quest of Cathay and the Indies , I shall pray their Highnesses to let me be of the party , for , now that the Moor is subdued , there remaineth little for a noble to do in Spain . " " If thou should'st really go on this ...
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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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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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