 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
 | William Harris Elson, Christine M. Keck - 1920
...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
...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 - 655 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 - 689 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... | |
 | ...thorn by the way side, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her trewses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed...home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden." Very beautiful are some of the descriptions, but the tale is a sad one. The step — in any case a... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1988 - 432 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... | |
 | Partha Mitter, Mitter Partha, Professor of History of Art Partha Mitter - 1994 - 475 pages
...wash and ink drawing 13 JL Kipling: A Hindu Jat. Decorative design produced in Lahore, wash and ink WHEN IN THE HARVEST HEAT SHE BORE TO THE REAPERS AT NOONTIDE w V, fe " I, HINDU JAT t PUNJAB. picturesquely described 'the wigwams in which they [the Kiplings]... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 2001 - 96 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. Fair was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air,... | |
 | Meghan Fitzmaurice - 2006 - 112 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 [cattle] that feed in the meadows." Thus Longfellow describes his heroine Evangeline in the beginning... | |
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