| 1848 - 628 lapas
...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...the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale : oh .'fair in tooth was the maiden /" Now, under the application of Horace's rule, if we render these... | |
| 1848 - 514 lapas
...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...fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with... | |
| 1848 - 602 lapas
...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 ! Sweet was...fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 180 lapas
...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 ! Sweet was...fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 180 lapas
...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 ! Sweet was...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... | |
| 1848 - 476 lapas
...were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn t>7 "^ way-side, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was 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... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 176 lapas
...her eyes as the herry that grows on the thorn hy the way-side,— Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath 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:... | |
| Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1848 - 628 lapas
...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.... | |
| 1848 - 722 lapas
...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.... | |
| 1848 - 1390 lapas
...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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