 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
 | 1850 - 560 pages
...softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses 1 Sweet was her breath as the breath of the kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest...ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from the turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1849 - 170 pages
...the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, — Black, yet how softly they gleamed be-ieath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath, as the breath of kine that feed m the meadows When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 476 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... | |
 | Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1850 - 560 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... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 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 morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the ear, as the priest... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 pages
...that grows on the thorn hy the way-side, ; • Black, yet how softly they gleamed heneath the hrown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the...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 ear, as the priest... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 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... | |
 | 1852 - 620 pages
...her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by tho 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 on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1853 - 470 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 - 1854 - 174 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... | |
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