Whitefriars: Or, The Days of Charles the Second: An Historical Romance, 1±ÇH. Colburn, 1844 |
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... Oliva , at the Jesuits ' College at Saint Omer , and with it a canvas bag , also sealed . " Here are a hundred gold doubloons , Claude , to bear your charges , " he continued . " This letter is to my good friend and early tutor , De Oliva ...
... Oliva , at the Jesuits ' College at Saint Omer , and with it a canvas bag , also sealed . " Here are a hundred gold doubloons , Claude , to bear your charges , " he continued . " This letter is to my good friend and early tutor , De Oliva ...
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... Oliva , who he had heard was on a visitation to the college . The girl pointed to a chestnut tree of ex- traordinary luxuriance , just before the college gates , whose foliage , tinged with the scarlet - brown hues K 2 WHITEFRIARS . 131 ...
... Oliva , who he had heard was on a visitation to the college . The girl pointed to a chestnut tree of ex- traordinary luxuriance , just before the college gates , whose foliage , tinged with the scarlet - brown hues K 2 WHITEFRIARS . 131 ...
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... Oliva , the gentlemen retired , and mingled with the rural dancers , among whom their glitter- ing garbs and superior elegance seemed the only distinctions they assumed . " And now thy business ? -from the earl ? is he still in the ...
... Oliva , the gentlemen retired , and mingled with the rural dancers , among whom their glitter- ing garbs and superior elegance seemed the only distinctions they assumed . " And now thy business ? -from the earl ? is he still in the ...
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... Oliva , a shade of suspicion crossing his brow . " At the great fire , " said Claude . " But it will take me some good half - hour to explain all fully , when I shall not appear blamable in your lord- ship's sight . Meanwhile do you ...
... Oliva , a shade of suspicion crossing his brow . " At the great fire , " said Claude . " But it will take me some good half - hour to explain all fully , when I shall not appear blamable in your lord- ship's sight . Meanwhile do you ...
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... And my answer to his lordship ? " said Claude , earnestly . " The earl desired me to return only verbal answers to his messages , " replied de Oliva . " The care which he commits to me and to my holy WHITEFRIARS . 137.
... And my answer to his lordship ? " said Claude , earnestly . " The earl desired me to return only verbal answers to his messages , " replied de Oliva . " The care which he commits to me and to my holy WHITEFRIARS . 137.
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77 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sea, the sea, is England's, And England's shall remain, Tho' the might of France, and the world advance, To contest our ocean reign ! Quoth gallant Blake, as he spread his sails, And his cannon shook the waves; Fire away, boys! for the day is ours, Or here, lads, foam our graves. Fire away, boys! quoth he again, For the sea, the sea, is England's, And England's shall remain! The fresh winds blowing loud and strong, The Spaniard fled — which rare is — And we chased them far, and we chased...
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - With guns like a stormy night, Do they think to frighten us? Fire away, boys, For old England's might and right ! Fire away, boys! quoth he again ; For the sea, the sea, is England's, And England's shall remain! We sunk and burned and we took them all, With gold and spices laden, And our sweethearts each had a jolly haul, For each loved his English maiden; But as home we came — quoth our admiral, I'm goiug, lads, aloft ! And he died with a smile, but his dying word Was, Fire away, boys!