 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 11by William Dwight Whitney - 1877 - 276 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1910 - 400 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 her breath as the breath of kine that fed in the meadows, 30 When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed... | |
 | Michigan. Dept. of Public Instruction - 1911 - 194 pages
...summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows by the wayside, Blac-k, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown >shade of her tresses ! Sweet was...heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home brewed ale, ah! fair in sooth. was the maiden. Fair was she when, on Sunday morning, while the... | |
 | 1904
...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...breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. {Narrative.) Tales from Shakespeare. — Lamb. Vision of Sir Launfal. — Lowell. Legends of the Rhine.... | |
 | Walter Cochrane Bronson - 1912 - 669 pages
...thorn by the wayside — Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses I Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide 50 Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah, fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn,... | |
 | Frank Honywell Fenno - 1912 - 306 pages
...eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed neath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the... | |
 | Walter Cochrane Bronson - 1912 - 669 pages
...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.feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide 50 Flagons of... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1914 - 48 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, vo Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its Sprinkled with holy sounds the air,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1914 - 689 pages
...the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses t Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed...home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer WHS she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as... | |
 | Mary Edwards Calhoun, Emma Lenore MacAlarney - 1915 - 635 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... | |
 | Leon Kellner - 1915 - 254 pages
...shadows. The language is simple and popular. All the more discordant are certain labored similes, as in Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. or Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots... | |
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