 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - 610 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...ah! fair, in sooth, was the maiden. Fairer was she on Sunday mom, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with... | |
 | 1852 - 620 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...ah ! fair, in sooth, was the maiden. Fairer was she on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with... | |
 | 1853 - 688 страници
...scenery, we have " Columns of pale, blue smoke, like clouda of incense, ascending;" Or the church, "The bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds...the congregation and scatters blessings upon them." And the children who stand at the door of the forge and watch the sparks glitter and expire, "Merrily... | |
 | 1853 - 692 страници
...incense, ascending;" Or the church, "The bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, ae the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation and scatters blessings upon them." And the children who stand at the door of the forge and watch the sparks glitter and expire, "Merrily... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1854 - 124 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...passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, Shone on her face and cncirled her form, when, after confession, Homeward serenely she walked with... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 страници
...Sweet was her breath äs 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...sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday naorn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, a9 the priest with his hyssop... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 568 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...with her chaplet of beads and her missal, Wearing her Norman-cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France, and since,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 264 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...Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled witb holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1857 - 428 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...priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and seatters blessings upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her miswl,... | |
 | 1859 - 694 страници
...The pines and hemlocks, bearded with moss, " stand like harpers hoar." The bell, on Sunday morn, " Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest...the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them." Sometimes, over eager for simplicity, his muse stoops to the absurd; as, when speaking of Evangeline,... | |
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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. 
