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" 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 - Página 180
1848
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The Southern literary messenger, Volumen14

1848
...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...brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath a» the breath of tine that feed in the meadows." Oh, Mr. Longfellow ! was ever maiden of Acadie so...
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The New Englander

1848
...That maiden of seventeen summers was fair to behold ; her eyes were black as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside ; black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses. Her breath was sweet as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. Now, it is almost impossible to...
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Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 163 páginas
...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...at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in_sppth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled...
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The Metropolitan, Volumen52

1848
...behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Elack were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn t>7 "^ way-side, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath...her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the "When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah! fair...
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Evangeline: a tale [in verse].

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848
...behold, that maiden of seventeen summers; Black were her eyes as the herry that grows on the thorn hy the way-side,— Black, yet how softly they gleamed...Sweet was her breath, as the breath of kine that feed m the meadows When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale:...
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New Englander and Yale Review, Volumen6

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1848
...Fair was she to behold, that maiden ofseventeen summers. Black were her eyes, as the berry that grows the brown shade of her tresses ; Sweet was her breath, as the breath of kine on the thorn by the way- side ; Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath that feed in the meadows....
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The American Whig Review, Volúmenes7-8

1848
...able to lift themselves up to the height of his greatness. The comparison in the extract quoted — " Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows," is neither suggested nor suggestive, neither natural nor well chosen, but forced, unapt and not new....
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The Benares Magazine, Volumen3

1850
...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 1 Sweet was her breath as the breath of the kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat...
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Evangeline: a tale [in verse].

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1849
...the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, — Black, yet how softly they gleamed be-ieath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath, as the breath of kine that feed m the meadows When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volumen27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852
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