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" 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 11
by William Dwight Whitney - 1877
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Standard Classics with Biographical Sketches and Helpful Notes: Arranged and ...

1910 - 400 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 her breath as the breath of kine that fed in the meadows, 30 When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...
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Suggested Exercises for Michigan Special Days

Michigan. Dept. of Public Instruction - 1911 - 194 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...
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School Work, Volume 3

1904
...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....
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American Poems (1625-1892)

Walter Cochrane Bronson - 1912 - 669 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,...
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The Art of Rendering: A Condensed and Comprehensive Treatise on the Culture ...

Frank Honywell Fenno - 1912 - 306 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...
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American Poems (1625-1892)

Walter Cochrane Bronson - 1912 - 669 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...
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Evangeline : a Tale of Acadie

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1914 - 48 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,...
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The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1914 - 689 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...
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Readings from American Literature: A Textbook for Schools and Colleges

Mary Edwards Calhoun, Emma Lenore MacAlarney - 1915 - 635 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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American Literature

Leon Kellner - 1915 - 254 pages
...shadows. The language is simple and popular. All the more discordant are certain labored similes, as in Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. or Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots...
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