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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 - Page 14
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1867 - 157 pages
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The Southern literary messenger

...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 Metropolitan, Volume 52

English literature - 1848
...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 shade of her tresses ! Sweet...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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New Englander and Yale Review, Volume 6

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - United States - 1848
...Fair was she to behold, that maiden ofseventeen summers. Black were her eyes, as the berry that grows the brown shade of her tresses ; Sweet was her breath, as the breath of kine on the thorn by the way- side ; Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath that feed in the meadows....
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The American Whig Review, Volume 7

1848
...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, Volumes 7-8

1848
...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 Benares magazine

...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...was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from the turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation,...
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Brownson's Quarterly Review, Volume 4

Orestes Augustus Brownson - 1850
...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...the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1852
...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...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...
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The North British review

1852
...Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by tho way side ; Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet...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...
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Handbuch der nordamericanischen National-Literatur: Sammlung von ...

Ludwig Herrig - American literature - 1854
...Black, yet how softly they gleamed bcnesth the brown shade of her tresses! Sweet was her breath äs the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When...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...
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