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" 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 that feed in the meadows. "
The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine - Страница 535
под редакцията на - 1858
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Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 163 страници
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and die ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother...

The American Whig Review, Том 7

1848
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her misnal, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings. Brought in the olden time...

The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 15

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1848
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyesop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them. Down the long street she passed,...

The Metropolitan, Том 52

1848
...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...maiden Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the hell from its Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssoj? Sprinkles the congregation,...

Evangeline: a tale [in verse].

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848
...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: ah! fair in sooth Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the...

The Benares magazine

...was her breath as the breath of the kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noon-tide Flagons of home-brewed...was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from the turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation,...

Evangeline: a tale [in verse].

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1849
...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...maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while tne bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles...

Poems, Том 2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France,...

The Living Authors of America: 1st ser

Thomas Powell - 1850 - 365 страници
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noon-tide Flagons of home-brewed...bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the ear, as the priest with hia hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Down...

The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 399 страници
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noon-tide Flagons of home-brewed...missal, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child...




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