 | 1854 - 672 oldal
...rear, And bear through every fear, — Him trust. SELECTED POETRY. THE REAPER AXD 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 naught that is fair ? " saith he, " Have naught but... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 oldal
...of this, some otherwise very fine lines which are spoiled by this obtrusive subjectiveness. " 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 kissed their... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 oldal
...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 naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 oldal
...; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. 8 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 ; " Have nought... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 oldal
...of this, some otherwise very fine lines which are spoiled by this obtrusive subjectiveness. " 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 kissed their... | |
 | 1850 - 560 oldal
...our Schoels, is the earnest desire of Your sincere friend, o YETTA. 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 1 have nought that is fair?" saith he; " Have nonght but... | |
 | Anne Marsh-Caldwell - 1850 - 312 oldal
...his head, and carrying his great coat upon his arm.' CHAPTER XII. There is a Reaper, whose name ia Death, And with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. LONGFELLOW. HE hastened to Portugal-street, in which quiet street... | |
 | Gems - 1851 - 206 oldal
...pleasant, Cometh soon our Holiday. Work away! Dlckem's Household Words. THE 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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 oldal
...doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, 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 V ' saith he ; " Have nought... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 oldal
...consistent with the enjoyment of cvery_innocent pleasure." — Sturm. HOPE BEYOND THE GRAVE. 261 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 ; " Have nought but... | |
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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. 
