 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
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1914 - 734 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 Leonora MacAlarney - 1915 - 670 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... | |
 | 1915 - 316 pages
...berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the b-own shade of her tresses! Sweet was her breath as the...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... | |
 | Leon Kellner - 1915 - 280 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... | |
 | Harry Lyman Koopman - 1919 - 648 pages
...the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how sottly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses I Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed...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... | |
 | William Harris Elson, Christine M. Keck - 1920 - 668 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...breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. • e5 When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah!... | |
 | William Harris Elson - 1921 - 552 pages
...her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside ; lu 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 14 Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1922 - 910 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 hell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1922 - 728 pages
...by the wayside, '> !:nk, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses 1 fcveet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. t|ben in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide FUjons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair... | |
 | 1925 - 690 pages
...the thorn by the wayside. Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! When, in the harvest heat, she bore to the reapers,...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 a priest with... | |
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