Whitefriars: Or, The Days of Charles the Second: An Historical Romance, 1±ÇH. Colburn, 1844 |
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... dark chamber , scantily furnished , overlooking a courtyard below . There was another door oppo- site , slightly ajar , to which the old man crossed and knocked . No answer was returned , and , motion- ing his companions to follow , he ...
... dark chamber , scantily furnished , overlooking a courtyard below . There was another door oppo- site , slightly ajar , to which the old man crossed and knocked . No answer was returned , and , motion- ing his companions to follow , he ...
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... darkness . I say not that I desire to die , for I would fain live to restore my son to his rank and name : but if that may not be — but again I will not indulge in these sad thoughts . Why , as thou sayest , all may yet be well ; the ...
... darkness . I say not that I desire to die , for I would fain live to restore my son to his rank and name : but if that may not be — but again I will not indulge in these sad thoughts . Why , as thou sayest , all may yet be well ; the ...
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... darkness . Go with Claude , my child - but be , as you say , good , and we shall meet again . " The earl , unable to speak further , motioned to Claude , who fastened his mantle carefully , and bent to kiss his master's extended hand ...
... darkness . Go with Claude , my child - but be , as you say , good , and we shall meet again . " The earl , unable to speak further , motioned to Claude , who fastened his mantle carefully , and bent to kiss his master's extended hand ...
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... , lifted Mervyn in his arms , and followed the old man . In a moment they disappeared down the dark staircase , and the earl returned to his prison . CHAPTER IV . NELL GYWN'S APPRENTICESHIP . CLAUDE , on WHITEFRIARS . 57.
... , lifted Mervyn in his arms , and followed the old man . In a moment they disappeared down the dark staircase , and the earl returned to his prison . CHAPTER IV . NELL GYWN'S APPRENTICESHIP . CLAUDE , on WHITEFRIARS . 57.
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... darker than those of any other building he had ever seen , regained his natural cheerfulness . Not so little Mervyn , although the night was very fine , and brilliant with starlight . Without well knowing ... dark streets 58 WHITEFRIARS .
... darker than those of any other building he had ever seen , regained his natural cheerfulness . Not so little Mervyn , although the night was very fine , and brilliant with starlight . Without well knowing ... dark streets 58 WHITEFRIARS .
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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!