 | 1847 - 390 pàgines
...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...I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flc wers with tearful eyes, He kiss'd their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound... | |
 | 1839 - 584 pàgines
...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 nought...sweet to me, I will give them all back again' He gazed al the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise... | |
 | 1839 - 742 pàgines
...a breath, 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...again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, And kiss'd their tremulous leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "... | |
 | 1840 - 540 pàgines
...between. II. " Shall I have nought that in fair," saith he : Have noueht bnt the bearded -jraln t Thomrh the breath of these flowers Is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." in. He razed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1839 - 708 pàgines
...bearded grain at a 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 is sweet to roe, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, And kiss'd their... | |
 | 1853 - 588 pàgines
...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...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 pàgines
...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...again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kiss'd their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 pàgines
...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 the bearded grain t Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 188 pàgines
...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...again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kiss'd their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord... | |
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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. " Shall I have nought that is fair ?" saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these... 
