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
| 1883 - 420 pages
...eyes as the herry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed heneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath...feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she hore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer... | |
| Oliver Bell Bunce - 1884 - 336 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...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Fairer was she when on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air,... | |
| Virgil - 1900 - 804 pages
...Evangeline. Cf., for instance, these: List to the mournful tradition || still sung by the pines of the forest When in the harvest heat || she bore to the reapers at noontide 1 Caesura is frequently defined as the break made In the rhythm of a verse when A word ends within... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1901 - 484 pages
...were her eyes as the berry thst 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 - 1901 - 472 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, Henry Ketcham - 1901 - 380 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... | |
| Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1901 - 964 pages
...were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed ll" flower of his beloved land, The nation's flag...pour Their lives for glory too. Full many a norther' iu sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled... | |
| 1901 - 714 pages
...Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer of Grand-Pré, Dwelt on his goodly acres. d Hearty and hale was he. e Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. / Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth moved on that mournful procession. 13. Describe the departure of the... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1901 - 488 pages
...were her eyes as the berry th;t 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 166 167 When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide "lagons of home-brewed ale, ah... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1902 - 744 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... | |
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