 | 1870 - 726 sidor
...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...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between." PARAPHRASED FROM THE ITALIAN. Love on thy forehead sits, as on a throne, Beams in thine eyes, and warbles... | |
 | 1838 - 604 sidor
[ Sidan har tyvärr begränsat innehåll ] | |
 | 1839 - 742 sidor
...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...And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have naught that is fair to see, Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1839 - 708 sidor
...discover the art of preserving health. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. BY HENRY WORDSWORTH LONGFELLOW. THERE is a reaper, whose name is Death, And with his sickle...breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall 1 have nought that is fair to see, Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers... | |
 | 1839 - 584 sidor
...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...breath, And the flowers that grow between. ' Shall 1 have nought that is fair,' saith he : ' Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1839 - 614 sidor
...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... | |
 | 1853 - 588 sidor
...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...nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of their flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful... | |
 | 1876 - 302 sidor
...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...that grow between. ' Shall I have nought that is fair ? ' said he, ' Have nought but the bearded grain ? Tho' the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,... | |
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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. 
