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" I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again. "
The Three Days of Wensleydale: The Valley of the Yore - Page 178
by William Gideon Michael Jones Barker - 1854 - 296 pages
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The Penny Tract Magazine and Christian Miscellany

1847 - 390 pages
...longer than God has some work to do either by him or upon him ? M. Henry. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. 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. " Shall I have nought that is fair," saith he,...
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The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumes 72-73

1870 - 726 pages
...strange thoughts, to dream of Oscar Temple lying dead as I had seen him but a few short months ago. " 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." PARAPHRASED FROM THE ITALIAN. Love on thy forehead...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume 4

1839 - 742 pages
...discover the art of preserving health. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. BY HENHT WORDSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 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. " Shall I have naught that is fair to see, Have...
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Voices of the Night

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1839 - 174 pages
...any fate ; 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 keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. Shall I have nought that is fair, saith he :...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volume 13

1839 - 584 pages
...in the dark. What myateriM do He beyond thy du*t, Could we outlook that mark !' HKHRT ViUGHiN. THEBE 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. ' Shall 1 have nought that is fair,' saith he...
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The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 13

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1839 - 614 pages
...dust, Could we outlook that mark!' Нвмвr VACaа». THE RF.APKR AND THE FLOWERS. THERE is a Renper, whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded ijrain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. IL ' Shall I have nought that is fair,' sait...
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The General Baptist repository, and Missionary observer [afterw.] The ...

1853 - 588 pages
...mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could we outlook that mark." — Vaughan. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. 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. " Shall I have nought that is fair," saith he:...
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The Dayspring

1876 - 302 pages
...of death may pass over any of us this very night, and may change our countenances and send us away. 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. ' Shall I have nought that is fair ? ' said he,...
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Readings in American Poetry

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 pages
...there. He dared not steal The signet-ring of heaven. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. 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. " Shall I have nought that is fair ?" saith he...
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Voices of the Night

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 174 pages
...any fate ; 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 keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have nought that is fair ? " saith...
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