 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 - 1880 - 704 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...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... | |
 | Amand Freiherr von Schweiger-Lerchenfeld - 1880 - 530 pages
...were "Black 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," Like her, they may still be seen — "Wearing their Norman caps and their kirtles of blue, and their... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1880 - 308 pages
...were her eyes as the berry that grows ou 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. WLen in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1880 - 584 pages
...were lier 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 bit-nth of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide... | |
 | Literary and Historical Society of Quebec - 1881 - 774 pages
...that grows on the thorn by the way-aide, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the browashade of her tresses! Sweet was her breath as the breath...kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest hon.t she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden.... | |
 | Alexander Falconer Murison - 1882 - 448 pages
...was 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... | |
 | James Baldwin - 1882 - 632 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. Compare this with what the Swedish poet Runeberg writes of one of his characters: Blushing she stood... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1886 - 698 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 her breath as the breath otliine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1883 - 356 pages
...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...ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday mom, while the heil from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1883 - 614 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... | |
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