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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! "
Littell's Living Age - Pagina 380
1849
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 14

1848 - 780 pagina’s
...bathos, that we have met with, since we read Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. "Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers,...brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath ať 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, Volume 6

1848 - 628 pagina’s
...with snow-flakes ; White aa the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak leaves ; Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....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 ; Sweet was her...
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The Metropolitan, Volume 52

1848 - 476 pagina’s
...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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New Englander and Yale Review, Volume 6

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1848 - 628 pagina’s
...cheeks as brown as oak leaves. That maiden of seventeen summers was fair to behold ; her eyes were black as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside...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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The Metropolitan Magazine, Volume 52

1848 - 514 pagina’s
...with snow-flakes ; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown aa the oak-leaves. Pair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....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 ! Sweet was her...
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Evangeline: a tale [in verse].

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 176 pagina’s
...with snow-flakes; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak leaves. Fair was she to 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 beneath the brown...
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The American Whig Review, Volume 1;Volume 7

1848 - 722 pagina’s
...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 American Whig Review, Volumes 7-8

1848 - 1390 pagina’s
...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, Volume 3

1850 - 560 pagina’s
...enemy ;" Mr. Longfellow has drawn her with as finished loveliness as one need wish to shrive. " Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....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 - 170 pagina’s
...and his cheeks as hrown as the oak leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen nummers ; Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...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...
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