 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
 | 1859 - 690 pages
...simplicity, his muse stoops to the absurd; as, when speaking of Evangeline, a delicate maiden, he says: " Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine (!) that feed in the meadows." We might quote very many more, but these few will amply suffice ; a " like," or an " as," or a metaphor... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, John Gilbert - 1860 - 448 pages
...her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way -side, Block, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kino that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 484 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...noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth wag the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 488 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...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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 712 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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 512 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...noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth wa« the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkles the... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - 252 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...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide JFlagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn,... | |
 | A V. Rose - 1865 - 100 pages
...as the berry that grows on the thorn ' sby the way-side, Black, yet how softly' 9 they gleamed2 ° beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was...When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noon tide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday... | |
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