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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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Tiberius Smith: As Chronicled by His Right-hand Man, Billy Campbell

Hugh Pendexter - 1907 - 330 pages
...time 234 in sending the ball, and every once in a while he doubled up his arm as if it ached. " ' " When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, . . . '" he murmured. "'Tired, old man?' I choked. "'A little. I wish you knew how to curve 'em. But,...
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Longfellows Wechselbeziehungen zu der deutschen Literatur ...

Thomas Moody Campbell - 1907 - 78 pages
...behold, that maiden of seventeen summers, Black were her eyes as the berry that grows by thewayside, Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows (ยง) S. 25-26. Many a youth, as he knelt in church and opend his missal, Fixed his eyes upon her as...
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American Classics: For Seventh and Eighth Grade Reading : with Biographical ...

Hanson Hart Webster - 1909 - 437 pages
...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...home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. 70 Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the...
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Elson Grammar School Readers, Book 4

William Harris Elson, Christine M. Keck - 1909
...thorn by the wayside, 25 Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses! When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at...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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Elson Grammar School Reader: Book four

William Harris Elson, Christine M. Keck - 1909 - 392 pages
...her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, 25 Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was...breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. 200 Elson Grammar School Reader Book Four When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide...
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Child Classics: The Fifth Reader

Georgia Alexander, Grace Alexander - 1909 - 384 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...breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. EVANGELINE AND HER FATHER When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...
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Child Classics, Book 5

Georgia Alexander - 1909
...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 When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair...
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Maine Pioneer Settlements ..., Volume 5

Herbert Milton Sylvester - 1909
...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 the kine of the meadows." But the Gascon youth whom she had dowered with her girlhood was to sail away....
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English Poetry: In Three Volumes; With Introduction and Notes, Volume 42

1910 - 1508 pages
...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...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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American and English Classics for Grammar Grades: With Biographical Sketches ...

1910 - 406 pages
...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...home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. 70 Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the...
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