 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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...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 - 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.... | |
 | 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.... | |
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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 ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that... 
