 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1857 - 428 oldal
...with snow-flakes ; • White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-le» Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-6* ' Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her 248 EVANOELINE. Sweet was... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1859 - 724 oldal
...with snowflakes ; 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....Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown snade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in... | |
 | Frederic Swartwout Cozzens - 1859 - 338 oldal
...strong French accent ; the maiden only the language of her people on the banks of the Seine. "Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers,...way-side : Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the bro^n shade of her tresses." "Who can help repeating the familiar words of the idyl amid such scenery,... | |
 | Frederic Swartwout Cozzens - 1859 - 350 oldal
...strong French accent ; the maiden only the language of her people on the banks of the Seine. " Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers,...Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thcrn by the way-side : Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the bro^n shade of her tresses."... | |
 | 1859 - 690 oldal
...simplicity, his muse stoops to the absurd; as, when speaking of Evangeline, a delicate maiden, he says: " Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine (!) that feed in the meadows." We might quote very many more, but these few will amply suffice ; a " like," or an " as," or a metaphor... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, John Gilbert - 1860 - 448 oldal
...White as the snow were his loeks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to bchold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way -side, Block, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1862 - 548 oldal
...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....the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, [tresses ! Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her Sweet was her breath as... | |
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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! 
