...most beautifully in words 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. [85] Neither youth nor age, poverty nor riches, the humble nor the great, the weak nor the strong,...

...most beautifully in words 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. [86] Neither youth nor age, poverty nor riches, the humble nor the great, the weak nor the strong,...

...when suddenly the bitterness of disappointment fell upon us with its chilling shade. He who "reaps the bearded grain at a breath and the flowers that grow between " has come amongst us with his sharpened sickle. One of the brightest spirits with us at the beginning...

...of Longfellow's poems: 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. The Reaper and the Flowers This grim reaper's harvest is the corpses which lie ungathered in the fields,...

...short time at the hand of the " Reaper whose name is Death." " Shall I have nought that is fair," quoth he — " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though...breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give thorn all back again." THE ANNUAL MEETING. The Thirty-third Annual Meeting of the Society was held...

...Longfellow (d. 1882) characterizes him as a reaper who cuts down the useful and the beautiful: "He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, / And the flowers that grow between." There are times, however, when Death is given a gentle personality. In a verse ascribed to Ann Boleyn...

...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. 6507 'Santa Filomena' (on Florence Nightinj A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of...

...the American Revolution. "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." MRS. CAROLINE F. KIMBALL, MRS. JENNIE D. RAYBURN, MRS. FRANCES C. FUNK. SUSAN MAC!NTIRE VINTON. —...

...Flowers A Psalm of Death 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?" saith he; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers...