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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 Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine - Page 11
1839
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Gems from the spirit mine. (League of univ. brotherhood).

Gems - 1851
...REAPER AND THE FLOWER. 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 those...
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The Primitive Church Magazine, Volume 8

1851
...REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. THESE is areaper, 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...
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Heavenly thoughts for morning hours: selections, with a short intr., by lady ...

Heavenly thoughts - 1851
...my bonds."—Ps. cxvi. 16. 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...
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Bertie, Or, Life in the Old Field: A Humorous Novel

George Higby Throop - 1851 - 242 pages
...existence he cut short " aequo pede," with the stride and ruthlessness of the grim reaper who cuts " The bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between." I suppose it must be motion that provokes this musical development; for your stage-coach driver is...
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Voices of the Night, and Other Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - 228 pages
...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...is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." 0 f>. He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, ' He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the...
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Selections from the Poets ...: For the Use of Schools

1852 - 183 pages
.../Intro. BY HW 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...is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flow'rets...
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Poems, Volume 1

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852
...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...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...
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Choice descriptive poetry, selected by a lady

Choice descriptive poetry - 1852
...sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, 84 " Shall I have nought that is fair ?" said he, " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the...again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He Idssed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise, He bound them in his sheaves, " My...
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The Mourner's Friend; Or, Sighs of Sympathy for Those who Sorrow

J. B. Syme - 1852 - 180 pages
...BY HENKY 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 naught that is fair ? " saith he ; — " Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these...
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Thoughts on the Death of Little Children

Samuel Irenæus Prime - 1852 - 154 pages
...IXrajjrr anfc tfit JFIotoers. 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...
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