 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 - 1883 - 744 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...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... | |
 | Oliver Bell Bunce - 1883 - 332 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...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 - 1886 - 548 pages
...the 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...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 - 1894 - 748 pages
...the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tressee ? Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed...reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah I fair in sooth was the maiden, Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1883 - 588 pages
...gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses I Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that fe^d in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore...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... | |
 | 1883 - 420 pages
...eyes as the herry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed heneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath...feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she hore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer... | |
 | Oliver Bell Bunce - 1884 - 336 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...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Fairer was she when on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air,... | |
 | Moses Foster Sweetser - 1885 - 384 pages
...how softly they glean, ed heneath the hrown shade of her tresses! Sweet was her hreath as the hreath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she hore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-hrewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer... | |
 | Virgil - 1900 - 804 pages
...Evangeline. Cf., for instance, these: List to the mournful tradition || still sung by the pines of the forest When in the harvest heat || she bore to the reapers at noontide 1 Caesura is frequently defined as the break made In the rhythm of a verse when A word ends within... | |
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