Every wave that dashes on the rocky shore carries a legend of the ships of the Invincible Armada.
And yet next year, some pretty fellows of that race were sweeping the Invincible Armada from the surface of our seas!
But one midsummer morn all England awoke to the glorious news that the Invincible Armada lay at the bottom of the sea.
Here certainly was no very triumphant beginning for the Invincible Armada.
The Invincible Armada had cast away its name, and England was saved.
The banner was blessed in the cathedral, men and stores all on board, and the Invincible Armada prepared to go upon its way.
Our nations have been at peace ever since that unhappy time of the Invincible Armada.
He had given the same advice to Alexander Farnese so soon as he heard of the destruction of the Invincible Armada.
Spain did not pray half so fervently when the Invincible Armada sailed.
Broken, ruined, forlorn, the Invincible Armada—so far as it still existed—had reached a Spanish port.