Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black 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 her breath as the breath of kine... Evangeline: a Tale of Acadia - Page 10by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1878 - 95 pagesFull view - About this book
| 1848 - 780 pages
...of 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...brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath a» the breath of tine that feed in the meadows." Oh, Mr. Longfellow ! was ever maiden of Acadie so... | |
| 1848 - 628 pages
...covered 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... | |
| 1848 - 602 pages
...covered with snow-flakes; White as the snow were his locks, and bis cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers...When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 182 pages
...covered 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....When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday... | |
| 1848 - 734 pages
...the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. 1848.] Evangeline. [Feb., Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the...When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday... | |
| 1848 - 476 pages
...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... | |
| Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1848 - 628 pages
...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... | |
| 1848 - 514 pages
...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... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 176 pages
...covered 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... | |
| 1848 - 722 pages
...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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