 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 - 2001 - 116 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 - 122 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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