 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
 | Michigan. Dept. of Public Instruction - 1911 - 218 pages
...summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows by the wayside, Blac-k, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown >shade of her tresses ! Sweet was...heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home brewed ale, ah! fair in sooth. was the maiden. Fair was she when, on Sunday morning, while the... | |
 | Michigan. Dept. of Public Instruction - 1911 - 218 pages
...eyes as the berry that grows by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown i shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the...heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home brewed ale, ah! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fair was she when, on Sunday morning, while the... | |
 | 1904 - 484 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...breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. {Narrative.) Tales from Shakespeare. — Lamb. Vision of Sir Launfal. — Lowell. Legends of the Rhine.... | |
 | Walter Cochrane Bronson - 1912 - 696 pages
...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...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide 50 Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah, fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn,... | |
 | Frank Honywell Fenno - 1912 - 348 pages
...eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed neath the brown shade of her tresses ! 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... | |
 | Walter Cochrane Bronson - 1912 - 702 pages
...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.feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide 50 Flagons of... | |
 | Mary E. Doyle - 1913 - 240 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...When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1914 - 52 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, vo Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its Sprinkled with holy sounds the air,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1914 - 734 pages
...the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses t Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed...home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer WHS she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as... | |
 | Mary Edwards Calhoun, Emma Leonora MacAlarney - 1915 - 670 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... | |
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