 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...  The American Whig Review - Page 1621848Full view - About this book
 | Robert Frederick Brewer - English language - 1893 - 404 pages
...that | grows on the | thorn by the | wayside — Black, yet how | softly they | gleamed be | neath the brown | | shade of her | tresses ! Sweet was her...the | breath of | kine that | feed in the | meadows. Evangeline. Fasting in | sackcloth and | ashes they | came, both the | king" and his ! people, Cametothe... | |
 | Charlotte Mary Yonge - England - 1893 - 220 pages
...each other, nor did they meet again all the rest of that forenoon. CHAPTER XV. A FINCH TRANSFORMED. Black were her eyes, as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside. — LONGFELLOW, Evangelinc. $ES, it was Kate Bulfinch ! On the Sunday, the very next day, as Chris... | |
 | Richard Gilmour - Christian life - 1894 - 418 pages
...and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. 6. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the... | |
 | American literature - 1904 - 582 pages
...language majestic. Never should visions so fair be writ in hexameter verses. Then quoting the line: Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in meadows, the editor playfully exclaims: "O, Mr. Longfellow! was ever maiden of Arcadie so libelled... | |
 | John Marshall, Orlando John Stevenson - American poetry - 1904 - 296 pages
...his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. 65 Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. 7n Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - American poetry - 1905 - 730 pages
...and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...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,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - English language - 1905 - 196 pages
...his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. 65 Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide 70 Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn,... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - American literature - 1905 - 740 pages
...and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide 50 Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah 1 fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn,... | |
 | CURTIS HIDDE PAGE - 1905 - 746 pages
...winters; cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When hi the harvest heat she bore to the Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in reapers at noontide 50... | |
 | Hanson Hart Webster - Readers and speakers - 1905 - 480 pages
...his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers ; 65 Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kino that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons... | |
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