 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 3801849Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Oliver Bell Bunce - 1884 - 336 pagina’s
...covered with snow-flakes ; White as the snow were his locks, and cheeks as brown as the oakleaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Fairer was she when on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air,... | |
 | Lucy A. Chittenden - 1884 - 204 pagina’s
...where the resemblance lies. Re-write, expressing in plain language, the idea contained in the simile. her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside. 4. And when she had passed, it was like the ceasing of exquisite music. 5. An author's pen, like children's... | |
 | Moses Foster Sweetser - 1885 - 384 pagina’s
...how softly they glean, ed 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 noontide Flagons of home-hrewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1886 - 112 pagina’s
...with snow-flakes ; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. K Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide r\ I) Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah! fair in sooth was fi the maiden. 16 r was she when, on Sunday... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1886 - 560 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 eyeч as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1887 - 72 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....her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-si Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath... | |
 | Lucy A. Chittenden - 1884 - 204 pagina’s
...where the resemblance lies. Re-write, expressing in plain language, the idea contained in the simile. her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside. 4. And when she had passed, it was like the ceasing of exquisite music. 5. An author's pen, like children's... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1889 - 264 pagina’s
...covered with snow-flakes ; White as 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 berry that grows on the Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as... | |
 | 1891 - 508 pagina’s
...his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers ; 65 Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...her tresses! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kino that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons... | |
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1892 - 474 pagina’s
...his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers ; 66 Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kino that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons... | |
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