 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1902 - 744 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...Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop1 Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them. Down the long street she passed,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1893 - 924 страници
...Sweet was her breath as the breath of kiue 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. 7° Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds... | |
 | 1902 - 594 страници
...figures, such as metaphor and personification, are sprinkled plentifully on the printed page— " — as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them.' The use by the author of alliteration's aid should be called to the attention of the pupil, as the... | |
 | 1902 - 880 страници
...bring your sister her book. 10 Explain the meaning of five of the italicized words in the following : a Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal. b And a staircase. Under the sheltering eaves, led up to the odorous corn-loft c Late, with the rising... | |
 | 1902 - 780 страници
...bring your sister her book. 10 Explain the meaning of five of the italicized words in the following : a Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal. b And a staircase. Under the sheltering eaves, led up to the odorous corn-loft c Late, with the rising... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1902 - 214 страници
...tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine° that feed When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth0 was the maiden. 70 Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1902 - 924 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 sopth was the maiden. 70 Fairer was she when, ou Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1904 - 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 ale, ah! fair in sooth was the maiden. 7° Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1904 - 448 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 Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1905 - 196 страници
...of kine that feed in the meadows. Wh'en 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... | |
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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. 
