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" Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that... "
Evangeline, a Tale of Acadie - Page 15
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1883 - 104 pages
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 14

1848 - 780 pages
...Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. "Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers, Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath a» the breath of tine that feed in the meadows." Oh, Mr. Longfellow ! was ever maiden of Acadie so...
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The New Englander, Volume 6

1848 - 628 pages
...and his cheeks as brown as the oak leaves ; Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes, as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way- side ; Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ; Sweet was her...
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The American Whig Review, Volumes 7-8

1848 - 1390 pages
...and his checks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the...
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Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Volume 15

1848 - 602 pages
...and bis cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the...
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The Metropolitan, Volume 52

1848 - 476 pages
...behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Elack were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn t>7 "^ way-side, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath...her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the "When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah! fair...
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New Englander and Yale Review, Volume 6

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1848 - 628 pages
...cheeks as brown as oak leaves. That maiden of seventeen summers was fair to behold ; her eyes were black as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside...they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses. Her breath was sweet as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. Now, it is almost impossible to...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1; Volume 7

1848 - 722 pages
...able to lift themselves up to the height of his greatness. The comparison in the extract quoted — " Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows," is neither suggested nor suggestive, neither natural nor well chosen, but forced, unapt -and not new....
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The Metropolitan Magazine, Volume 52

1848 - 514 pages
...and his cheeks as brown aa the oak-leaves. Pair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way- side, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1; Volume 7

1848 - 734 pages
...able to lift themselves up to the height of his greatness. The comparison in the extract quoted — " Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows," is neither suggested nor suggestive, neither natural nor well chosen, but forced, unapt and not new....
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The Benares Magazine, Volume 3

1850 - 560 pages
...loveliness as one need wish to shrive. " Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses 1 Sweet was her breath as the breath of the kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat...
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