Whitefriars: Or, The Days of Charles the Second: An Historical Romance, 1±ÇH. Colburn, 1844 |
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... sword's point to resign his pretensions , and wedded her , I must needs own , against her will - but then I knew it not ! " The unhappy prisoner paused abruptly , and Claude , not knowing what to say , stood playing with his plume for ...
... sword's point to resign his pretensions , and wedded her , I must needs own , against her will - but then I knew it not ! " The unhappy prisoner paused abruptly , and Claude , not knowing what to say , stood playing with his plume for ...
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... his breast , and a sword of formidable length knocked at his heels from a belt in which was also a single pistol , very richly mounted . Having seated himself to his satisfaction , Blood amused himself 44 WHITEFRIARS .
... his breast , and a sword of formidable length knocked at his heels from a belt in which was also a single pistol , very richly mounted . Having seated himself to his satisfaction , Blood amused himself 44 WHITEFRIARS .
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... sword . " Not on such poor cattle as thou art , friend , ¡± replied the colonel , with a laugh . " Your eagle will not be crammed with oatmeal like a jackdaw , and my prey is not poor serving - men and insolent varlets , but princes ...
... sword . " Not on such poor cattle as thou art , friend , ¡± replied the colonel , with a laugh . " Your eagle will not be crammed with oatmeal like a jackdaw , and my prey is not poor serving - men and insolent varlets , but princes ...
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... him forward , and with such violence , that happening to stumble over the stool , he fell , and hit his forehead against the hilt of the VOL . I. E colonel's sword . A red stream instantly gushed from his WHITEFRIARS . 49.
... him forward , and with such violence , that happening to stumble over the stool , he fell , and hit his forehead against the hilt of the VOL . I. E colonel's sword . A red stream instantly gushed from his WHITEFRIARS . 49.
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An Historical Romance Emma Robinson. colonel's sword . A red stream instantly gushed from his brow , and , almost simultaneously , Blood measured his length on the floor , struck down by a vigorous blow from the earl . To spring again on ...
An Historical Romance Emma Robinson. colonel's sword . A red stream instantly gushed from his brow , and , almost simultaneously , Blood measured his length on the floor , struck down by a vigorous blow from the earl . To spring again on ...
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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!