 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
 | Anne Bowman - 1866 - 208 str.
...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." 6 " They who polluted with offences come, Behold him as the king Of terrors; black of aspect, red of... | |
 | 790 str.
...comparison. They have been selected from the works of two very dissimilar men. First, Longfellow : ' When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah I fair in sooth was the maiden ; Fairer was she when, on Sunday mom, while the bell from its turret... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1868 - 252 str.
...how softiy they gleamed heneath the hrown shade of her tresses! Sweet was her hreath as the hreath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she hore to the reapers at noon-tide Flagous of home-hrewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer... | |
 | Robert Frederick Brewer - 1869 - 88 str.
...the | berry that | grows on the | thorn by the | 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. Evcaigdine. 1 The dactyl and trochee in the first and the third foot respectively would be inadmissible... | |
 | Mrs. F. Marshall Ward - 1869 - 120 str.
...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. " — Longjdlna. i WO years had passed, and the children were still at Laburnum Villa, when Mr. Spencer... | |
 | Mrs. F. Marshall Ward - 1870 - 426 str.
...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." — Longfellow. j|WO years had passed, and the children were still at Laburnum Villa, when Mr. Spencer... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 str.
...was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the Iwrry that grows ол % ,Zs臫Ϝ `x O w _ f >?_ s7V 8 K. z7mW; 9 Z Y... k #XI<{ MMy D| H . / -Z ) 4 dtP6C +˿ S`cs J9 j ۲ S reaper at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1872 - 730 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...home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Faifer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the... | |
 | Noble Kibby Royse - 1872 - 382 str.
...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...breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. \A~hen in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah! fair... | |
 | 1872 - 900 str.
...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 ! 550 DESCRIPTIVE POEMS. Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows, When... | |
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