 | James Baldwin - 1897 - 252 páginas
...softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of the kine that feed in the meadows, When in the harvest...Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the \a maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday'morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy... | |
 | James Baldwin - 1897 - 252 páginas
...she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. 10 Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they...her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of the kine that feed in the meadows, When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons... | |
 | James Baldwin - 1897 - 488 páginas
...summers. 10 Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet hoAV softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of the kine that feed in the meadows, When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1901 - 488 páginas
...was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry th;t grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they...of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath 166 167 When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide "lagons of home-brewed ale, ah... | |
 | 1901 - 714 páginas
...Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer of Grand-Pré, Dwelt on his goodly acres. d Hearty and hale was he. e Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. / Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth moved on that mournful procession. 13. Describe the departure of the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1902 - 924 páginas
...eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed bcaeath the brown shade of her tresses! Sweet was her breath...at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah! fair in sopth was the maiden. 70 Fairer was she when, ou Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1893 - 924 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...her tresses! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kiue that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1902 - 214 páginas
...seventeen summers; 65 Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet0 how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine° that feed When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair... | |
 | 1902 - 920 páginas
...French maiden. HIS EVANGELINE IS SWEET AND DREAMY. " 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 !" Her prayer-book in her hand, the deep shadow of all the Acadian tragedy upon her face, Evangeline... | |
 | William Christopher Sayrs - 1903 - 384 páginas
...she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers ; 65 Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Exercise 11 1. In what direction was the home of Bellefontaine from the village ? 2. What made Evangeline... | |
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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! 
