 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 - 260 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 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...ah ! 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... | |
 | 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...ale, ah ! 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... | |
 | 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...ah ! 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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 - 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...ale, ah ! 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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1902 - 924 pages
...eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed bcaeath the brown shade of her tresses! Sweet was her breath...at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah! fair in sopth was the maiden. 70 Fairer was she when, ou Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1902 - 214 pages
...were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet0 how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine° that feed When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1893 - 924 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 her breath as the breath of kiue that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons... | |
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