 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1873 - 294 páginas
...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...noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was1 the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with... | |
 | Pádraig Ó Seaghdha - 1878 - 462 páginas
...was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were hor eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed, beneath the brown Sweet was her breath as the breath of kino that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore... | |
 | Moses Foster Sweetser - 1875 - 366 páginas
...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 cf her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest... | |
 | F. Taverner Graham - 1874 - 224 páginas
...leaves!, etc. * * * * When she had passed it seemed — Oike the ceasing of exquisite music! * * * * Sweet was her breath — [as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows! * * * * Stabvorth and stately in form was the man of seventy winters ; Hearty and hale was he, [an... | |
 | William Dwight Whitney - 1877 - 304 páginas
...eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside — Black, 4 yet how softly they gleamed 6 beneath the brown shade of her tresses! Sweet was...fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, 6 on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest... | |
 | William Dwight Whitney - 1877 - 296 páginas
...her eyea as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside — Black,4 yet how softly they gleamed8 beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was...ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when,6 on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - 400 páginas
...gleamed beneath the brown shade of her' tresses t Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that teed in the meadows. "When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed a!e. ah ! fair in sooih was the maiden. . Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1878 - 108 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...When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontime Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1878 - 660 páginas
...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...feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she lxire to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer... | |
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - 474 páginas
...his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. 65 Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers; Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown...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,... | |
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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! 
