 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!  The American Whig Review - Page 1781848Full view - About this book
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - 596 pages
...of seventeen summers; Black, yet how softly they gleamed Ixjne.ith the brown shade of her tresses I Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed...meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapere at noontide 70 Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah 1 fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she... | |
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - 474 pages
...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 I Sweet was her breath as the breath of kiue that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she... | |
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - 480 pages
...maiden of seventeen summers; Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, a Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses 1 Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1880 - 704 pages
...was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, Black, yet how softly they...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... | |
 | Amand Freiherr von Schweiger-Lerchenfeld - 1880 - 530 pages
...innocent as " That maiden of seventeen summers," whose eyes were "Black as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they...breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows," Like her, they may still be seen — "Wearing their Norman caps and their kirtles of blue, and their... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1880 - 308 pages
...was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows ou the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they...breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. WLen in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1880 - 686 pages
...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...her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of Icine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1880 - 584 pages
...was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were lier eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they...shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the bit-nth of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide... | |
 | 1880 - 844 pages
...seventeen summers, lilack were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wavside, lilack, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses." LIKE Longfellow's heroine, her name, too, was Evangeline. It seemed to me as I gazed upon her exquisite... | |
 | Literary and Historical Society of Quebec - 1881 - 774 pages
...that grows on the thorn by the way-aide, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the browashade of her tresses! Sweet was her breath as the breath...kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest hon.t she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden.... | |
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