 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 - 1872 - 730 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...home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Faifer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the... | |
 | 1872 - 900 pages
...Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! 550 DESCRIPTIVE POEMS. onl all ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret... | |
 | Noble Kibby Royse - 1872 - 382 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. \A~hen in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah! fair... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1873 - 294 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...noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was1 the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 pages
...of her tresses ! of Minas, DESCRIPTIVE POEMS. Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feud V V V ^1 when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest... | |
 | Pádraig Ó Seaghdha - 1878 - 462 pages
...wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed, beneath the brown Sweet was her breath as the breath of kino that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat...home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairei was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the... | |
 | Maritime provinces - 1875 - 412 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... | |
 | james r. osgood and company - 1875 - 382 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... | |
 | Moses Foster Sweetser - 1875 - 366 pages
...that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade cf her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of...! 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 - 1875 - 108 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... | |
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