...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 harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide JFlagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn,...

...were his locks, and his cheeks as 7 brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden o_f seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn ' sby the way-side, Black, yet how softly' 9 they gleamed2 ° beneath the brown shade of her tresses...

...how softly they gleamed heneath the hrown shade of her tresses! Sweet was her hreath as the hreath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she hore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer...

...troops that waited Upon my smiles." 4 " Upon my life I am this, indeed, And not a tinker." a " Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers,...they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses." 6 " They who polluted with offences come, Behold him as the king Of terrors; black of aspect, red of...

...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. Black were her eves as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath...

...shooting star in autumn thwarts the night. — 6. Fragrance, pure as light, floats all around. — 7. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside. — 8. Thence up he (Satan) flew, and on the tree of life sat like a cormorant. — 9. The gates once...

...how softiy they gleamed heneath the hrown shade of her tresses! Sweet was her hreath as the hreath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she hore to the reapers at noon-tide Flagous of home-hrewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer...

...the many long years wasted, but she trusted in her Saviour as all-powerful to save. CHAPTER X. " Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers,...they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses. " — Longjdlna. i WO years had passed, and the children were still at Laburnum Villa, when Mr. Spencer...

...present Poet Laureate has recently written some English alcaics. HEXAMETERS. Fair was she | to be | hold, that | maiden of | seventeen | summers, Black were...as the | berry that | grows on the | thorn by the | Black, yet how | softly they | gleamed be | neath the brown | shade of her | tresses ! Sweet was...

...enjoyment of each other's happiness. And did not a beautiful maiden, fair to behold, with eyes " Black as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside ; Black, yet softly gleaming beneath the brown shade of her tresses " — Did not she captivate the hearts of both...