 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 - 1875 - 108 pages
...the 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...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... | |
 | F. Taverner Graham - 1874 - 224 pages
...leaves!, etc. * * * * When she had passed it seemed — Oike the ceasing of exquisite music! * * * * Sweet was her breath — [as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows! * * * * Stabvorth and stately in form was the man of seventy winters ; Hearty and hale was he, [an... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 576 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 630 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 - 1877 - 634 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 - 1877 - 400 pages
...gleamed beneath the brown shade of her' tresses t Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that teed in the meadows. "When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed a!e. ah ! fair in sooih was the maiden. . Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1878 - 220 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 - 1878 - 442 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 - 1878 - 108 pages
...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...When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontime Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1878 - 660 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...feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she lxire to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer... | |
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