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" THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. "
Reading lessons for the higher classes in classical, middle and diocesan schools - Trang 242
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The Three Days of Wensleydale: The Valley of the Yore

William Gideon Michael Jones Barker - 1854 - 380 trang
...those many occasions of sin which, in maturer years, cause our weakness so frequently to fall. " There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded gram at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. ' Shall I have nought that is fair ?' said he;...

January and June: Being Out-door Thinkings and Fire-side Musings

Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1854 - 296 trang
...flowers does not charm him away. Indeed he loves flowers, for has not a dainty Singer declared that he reaps " The bearded grain at a breath, And the FLOWERS that grow between ?" There's a house down in the valley—you can see it from my window—where, when they numbered their...

January and June: Being Out-door Thinkings and Fire-side Musings

Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1854 - 304 trang
...flowers does not charm him away. Indeed he loves flowers, for has not a dainty Singer declared that he reaps " The bearded grain at a breath, And the FLOWERS that grow between f" There's a house down in the valley — you can see it from my window — where, when they numbered...

Poems, Tập 1

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 502 trang
...Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. -• THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle...Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of...

Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and School

Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 trang
...dying, In the arms of Hellvellyn and Catchedicam. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. — Longfellow. THERE is a reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle...bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweer; to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed...

The Life and Beauties of Fanny Fern

Fanny Fern - 1855 - 346 trang
...borne upon the air. It shall fall like dew upon the stricken flower. Listen to the chant ! '• There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle...grain at a breath ; And the flowers that grow between. ' He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He raised their drooping leaves, It was for the Lord of...

The poetical works of H.W. Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 264 trang
...fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle...reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers thatgrow between. " Shall I have nought that is fair ?" saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain?...

A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent ...

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 trang
...lightsome heart and eager hand. PringU There it a Reaper, whose name is Death, And with his siekle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. Limgjellow t Poemt 57* REASON. He that is of reason's skill bereft, And wants the staff of wisdom him...

My Father's House: Or, The Heaven of the Bible

James Madison MacDonald - 1855 - 396 trang
...is Death. " ' Shall I have naught that is fair,' saith he ; ' Have naught but the bearded grain ?' He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between."* O, it is a delightful thought, that the blood of Jesus Christ sets them free from the only sentence...

The United States Democratic Review, Tập 5;Tập 36

1855 - 560 trang
...POETS. T. JEFFERSON BOWIE. THE There is a Reaper, whote name is Death, And with his sickle keen, lie reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. THERE is a Critic, whose name is Truth, And with his pen so shrewd, lie slays our authors with scanty...




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