 Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside— Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!  Littell's Living Age - Стр. 3801849Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1878 - Страниц: 108
...he, an oak that is covered with snow-flakes ; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontime Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1878 - Страниц: 660
...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....feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she lxire to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer... | |
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - Страниц: 474
...his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. 65 Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers; Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide 70 Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn,... | |
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - Страниц: 474
...with snow-flakes; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. 65 Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers;...they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses I Sweet was her breath as the breath of kiue that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she... | |
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - Страниц: 480
...with snow-flakes; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. 65 Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers;...the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, a Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses 1 Sweet was her breath... | |
 | Horace Elisha Scudder - 1879 - Страниц: 596
...of seventeen summers; Black, yet how softly they gleamed Ixjne.ith the brown shade of her tresses I Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed...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... | |
 | William Swinton - 1879 - Страниц: 394
...upon the grass. 5. The broad circumference (of the shield) hung on his shoulders like the moon. 6. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside. B. Compare the following pairs of objects respectively, showing their points of resemblance: 1. Food... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1880 - Страниц: 686
...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....her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of Icine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons... | |
 | Amand Freiherr von Schweiger-Lerchenfeld - 1880 - Страниц: 530
...are as fair, and almost as innocent as " That maiden of seventeen summers," whose eyes were "Black as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside,...breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows," Like her, they may still be seen — "Wearing their Norman caps and their kirtles of blue, and their... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1880 - Страниц: 584
...brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were lier eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside,...shade of her tresses ! 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... | |
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