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 - 260 pages
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