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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... "
Essentials of English Grammar: For the Use of Schools - Page 11
by William Dwight Whitney - 1877 - 276 pages
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The Benares Magazine, Volume 3

1850
...softly 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...fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from the turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with...
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Evangeline: a tale [in verse].

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1849
...the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, — Black, yet how softly they gleamed be-ieath the brown shade of her tresses ! 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...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pages
...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...fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer Was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the ear, as the priest with...
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Brownson's Quarterly Review, Volume 4

Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1850
...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...fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with...
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Poems, Volume 2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850
...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...fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with...
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The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 pages
...that grows on the thorn hy the way-side, ; • Black, yet how softly they gleamed heneath the hrown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the...fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled With holy sounds the ear, as the priest with...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 546 pages
...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...fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with...
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The North British review

1852
...her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by tho way side ; Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was...ah ! fair, in sooth, was the maiden. Fairer was she on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852
...her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way side ; Black, yet how softly they gleamed running short, and the summer season was closing....to lay off for England. " So upon Saturday, in the on Sunday mom, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with...
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Poems, Volume 2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1853
...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...fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with...
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