 Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black 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 her breath as the breath of kine...  Evangeline - Page 11by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1856 - 101 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1852 - 620 pages
...softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat,...ah ! fair, in sooth, was the maiden. Fairer was she on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with... | |
 | 1853 - 688 pages
...scenery, we have " Columns of pale, blue smoke, like clouda of incense, ascending;" Or the church, "The bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds...the congregation and scatters blessings upon them." And the children who stand at the door of the forge and watch the sparks glitter and expire, "Merrily... | |
 | 1853 - 692 pages
...incense, ascending;" Or the church, "The bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, ae the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation and scatters blessings upon them." And the children who stand at the door of the forge and watch the sparks glitter and expire, "Merrily... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 pages
...softly they gleamed bcnesth the brown shade of her tresses! Sweet was her breath äs the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat...sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday naorn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, a9 the priest with his hyssop... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 264 pages
...softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat...Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled witb holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1857 - 428 pages
...they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her 248 EVANOELINE. Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat...priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and seatters blessings upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her miswl,... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1858 - 710 pages
...tresses I Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest-heat she bore to the reapers at noon-tide flagons of home-brewed...was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, whilo the bell from its turret sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the p'riest with his hyssop sprinkles... | |
 | 1859 - 694 pages
...The pines and hemlocks, bearded with moss, " stand like harpers hoar." The bell, on Sunday morn, " Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest...the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them." Sometimes, over eager for simplicity, his muse stoops to the absurd; as, when speaking of Evangeline,... | |
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