 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 breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.  American Monthly Knickerbocker - Page 535edited by - 1858Full view - About this book
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 182 pages
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and die ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother... | |
 | 1848 - 734 pages
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her misnal, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings. Brought in the olden time... | |
 | 1848 - 602 pages
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyesop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them. Down the long street she passed,... | |
 | 1848 - 476 pages
...tresses ! Sweet was 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...maiden Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the hell from its Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssoj? Sprinkles the congregation,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 176 pages
...Sweet was her breath, as the breath of kine that feed m the meadows When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale: ah! fair in sooth Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the... | |
 | 1850 - 560 pages
...was her breath as the breath of the kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noon-tide Flagons of home-brewed...was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from the turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1849 - 170 pages
...Sweet was her breath, as the breath of kine that feed m the meadows When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while tne bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 476 pages
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France,... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 pages
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noon-tide Flagons of home-brewed...bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the ear, as the priest with hia hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Down... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 pages
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noon-tide Flagons of home-brewed...missal, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child... | |
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