 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - 474 страници
...breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide 70 Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was...passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, 75 Wearing her Norman cap and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings Brought in the olden time from... | |
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - 596 страници
...meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapere at noontide 70 Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah 1 fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when,...his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessingi upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, 75... | |
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - 480 страници
...meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reaper* at noontide 70 Flagons of home-brewed ale, ahl fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when,...his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessingi upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, 75... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1880 - 584 страници
...Sweet was her breath as the bit-nth of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the ¡lir, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1880 - 704 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 ale, ah ! 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... | |
 | Literary and Historical Society of Quebec - 1881 - 774 страници
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest hon.t she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blowings upon them, Down the long street she passed, with the chaplet of beads and her missal, Wearing... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1883 - 614 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...Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, Wearing her Norman cap,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1894 - 748 страници
...meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah I fair in sooth was the maiden, Fairer was she when,...upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chnplet of bends and her missalWearing her Norman cap and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1883 - 550 страници
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kins that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed...bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the nir. as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Down... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1883 - 544 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...when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Spi-inkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and... | |
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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. 
