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" 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 ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that... "
Evangeline, a Tale of Acadie - Seite 34
von Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1897 - 102 Seiten
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The Southern literary messenger, Band 14

1848 - 780 Seiten
...maiden of seventeen summers, 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 a» the breath of tine that feed in the meadows." Oh, Mr. Longfellow ! was ever maiden of Acadie so...
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The New Englander, Band 6

1848 - 628 Seiten
...summers was fair to behold ; her eyes were black as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside ; black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses. Her breath was sweet as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. Now, it is almost impossible to...
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Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Band 15

1848 - 602 Seiten
...maiden of seventeen summers 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...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...
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The Metropolitan Magazine, Band 52

1848 - 514 Seiten
...maiden of seventeen summers. 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...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...
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The Metropolitan, Band 52

1848 - 476 Seiten
...maiden of seventeen summers. Elack were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn t>7 "^ way-side, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown...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 ale, ah! fair...
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The American Whig Review, Band 1;Band 7

1848 - 722 Seiten
...able to lift themselves up to the height of his greatness. The comparison in the extract quoted — " Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows," is neither suggested nor suggestive, neither natural nor well chosen, but forced, unapt -and not new....
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The American Whig Review, Band 1;Band 7

1848 - 734 Seiten
...able to lift themselves up to the height of his greatness. The comparison in the extract quoted — " Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows," is neither suggested nor suggestive, neither natural nor well chosen, but forced, unapt and not new....
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New Englander and Yale Review, Band 6

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1848 - 628 Seiten
...summers was fair to behold ; her eyes were black as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside ; black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses. Her breath was sweet as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. Now, it is almost impossible to...
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The Benares Magazine, Band 3

1850 - 560 Seiten
...maiden of seventeen summers. 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 1 Sweet was her breath as the breath of the kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat...
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Poems, Band 2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 476 Seiten
...maiden of seventeen summers. 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...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...
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