Whitefriars: Or, The Days of Charles the Second: An Historical Romance, 1±ÇH. Colburn, 1844 |
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... Never trust a horse or a woman , " said the tra- veller , throwing the rein . round a projecting stan- " But now he is secure ; give me the child and lead on , gaffer . " cheon . The old man complied , with a smile , and opening a door ...
... Never trust a horse or a woman , " said the tra- veller , throwing the rein . round a projecting stan- " But now he is secure ; give me the child and lead on , gaffer . " cheon . The old man complied , with a smile , and opening a door ...
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... never hear that he had a son . " " Not by his lady , monseigneur , " said Claude , eagerly ; " and therefore have I brought him se- cretly . I do beseech you , sir , deny not my lord the only pleasure he shall probably taste again on ...
... never hear that he had a son . " " Not by his lady , monseigneur , " said Claude , eagerly ; " and therefore have I brought him se- cretly . I do beseech you , sir , deny not my lord the only pleasure he shall probably taste again on ...
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... never saw his lordship but once , and then for a moment through an iron grating , ¡± replied the gentleman . " Oh , fie , Mr. Pepys ! I warrant me you have seen him oft enough at the Queen's popish chapel , whither they say you are not ...
... never saw his lordship but once , and then for a moment through an iron grating , ¡± replied the gentleman . " Oh , fie , Mr. Pepys ! I warrant me you have seen him oft enough at the Queen's popish chapel , whither they say you are not ...
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... in hate , " said the lady , with a gay glance at Mr. Pepys . " But I never heard till now she had such cause for her hatred as this fair child would seem to witness ; I always thought he loved her most un- WHITEFRIARS . 15.
... in hate , " said the lady , with a gay glance at Mr. Pepys . " But I never heard till now she had such cause for her hatred as this fair child would seem to witness ; I always thought he loved her most un- WHITEFRIARS . 15.
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... never leave these walls alive , not even to play a part on Traitors ' Green ; but if my son were safe , death has no terrors for me . I fear Duval - I fear - nay , I know , that neither his mother nor her para- mour would hesitate to ...
... never leave these walls alive , not even to play a part on Traitors ' Green ; but if my son were safe , death has no terrors for me . I fear Duval - I fear - nay , I know , that neither his mother nor her para- mour would hesitate to ...
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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!