 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 - 1903 - 440 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... | |
 | William Christopher Sayrs - 1903 - 384 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...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Exercise 11 1. In what direction was the home of Bellefontaine from the village ? 2. What made Evangeline... | |
 | William Gardner Hale, Carl Darling Buck - 1903 - 406 pages
...the second it is for the sound only. Columns of pale blue smoke, || like clouds of incense arising. Sweet was her breath as the breath || of kine that feed in the meadows. 2 Technically called fenthemimeral, ie after the fifth half. Technically called hephthemimeral, ie... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1904 - 124 pages
...her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the Avayside, 66 Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses! Sweet was...home-brewed ale, ah! fair in sooth was the maiden. 7° Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1904 - 448 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...Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the... | |
 | 1904 - 496 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...reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah I fair in sooth was the maiden. 7O Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret... | |
 | William T. Vlymen - 1904 - 520 pages
...berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside. Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the... | |
 | 1904 - 582 pages
...language majestic. Never should visions so fair be writ in hexameter verses. Then quoting the line: Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in meadows, the editor playfully exclaims: "O, Mr. Longfellow! was ever maiden of Arcadie so libelled... | |
 | John Marshall, Orlando John Stevenson - 1904 - 296 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...home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. 7n Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the... | |
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