 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 - Strana 1781848Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1852 - 620 str.
...maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by tho way side ; Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown...ah ! fair, in sooth, was the maiden. Fairer was she on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 str.
...Black, yet how softly they gleamed bcnesth the brown shade of her tresses! Sweet was her breath äs the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When...sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday naorn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, a9 the priest with his hyssop... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1856 - 432 str.
...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 gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! 248 EVANGEL1NE. Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1856 - 116 str.
...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 gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! EVANGELINE. Sweet was her breath as the breath of kiue that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest... | |
 | 1900 - 352 str.
...toils in the surf of the ocean, Bent, but not broken by age, was the form of the notary public." 3. "Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows." 4. "Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1857 - 428 str.
...maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-6* ' Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her 248 EVANOELINE. Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest... | |
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