 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
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
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