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

Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1854 - 281 pages
...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...
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Clouds and sunshine; or, Truth and error. Ed. by F.S. [or rather L.] Moysey

Mary Alicia Taylor - 1854
...dining-room. CHAPTER IX. " 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." LADY HETHERINGTON had changed her intention of going, as she had proposed, that day to Summerfield,...
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JANUARY AMF JUNE: BEING OUT-DOOR THINKINGS, AND FIRE-SIDE MUSINGS

BENJ .F. TAYLOR - 1854
...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...
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Gleanings from the Poets for Home and School

1855
...FLOWERS. — 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...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...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 432 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...?" saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain 1 Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at...
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My Father's House: Or, The Heaven of the Bible

James Madison MacDonald - 1855 - 376 pages
...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...
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The United States Democratic Review, Volume 5; Volume 36

1855
...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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A Complete Dictionary of Poetical Quotations: Comprising the Most Excellent ...

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 576 pages
...lightsome heart and eager hand. There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And with his siekle keen, le reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. Lnngfållme s Poems 37g REASON. He that is of reason's skill bereft, And wants the staff of wisdom...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volume 3

Beautiful poetry - 1855
...THE FLOWERS. By 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. Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." " Shall I have...
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The Life and Beauties of Fanny Fern [pseud.]

1855 - 330 pages
...flower. Listen to the chant ! : 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. ' He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He raised their drooping leaves, It was for the Lord of...
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