...the feudal times. The heroine, Evangeline, is thus introduced ; not very happily, we think : " Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the herry that grows on the thorn hy the way-side, ; • Black, yet how softly they gleamed heneath the...

...ordinary prose. We commence our extracts from " Evangeline " with the description of the heroine. " Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....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...

...ordinary prose. We commence our extracts from " Evangeline" with the description of the heroine. " Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....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 was...

...with snow-flakes ; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oakleaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry thatgrows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of...

...snow-flakes; AYhite äs the snow were his locks, and his cheeks äs brown äs the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes äs the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, Black, yet how softly they gleamed bcnesth the...

...springs have gone. Anna Seivard. 38 Fair she is to behold, the maiden of seventeen summers ; Black are her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside. Longfellow. 39 Summers three times eight, save one, she hath told. Milton. 40 She labours under many...

.../ m ' ~'^ •• 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....they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! 248 EVANGEL1NE. Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the...

...with snow-flakes ; White as the snow were his locks, and his checks as brown as the oak-leaves. Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers....they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! EVANGELINE. Sweet was her breath as the breath of kiue that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest...

...how excellent is the saying of the Poet Hayya Watha, and he is a poet of the poets of the Yan Kees : "Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side." And when I beheld her, my senses fled, and my mind became bewildered, my li^er was turned into water,...

...toils in the surf of the ocean, Bent, but not broken by age, was the form of the notary public." 3. "Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows." 4. "Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but...