 | Samuel Irenæus Prime - 1852 - 168 Seiten
...beauteous bud of life Receives immortal bloom in heaven. WD GALLAGHER. llcajier anlr tlje Jflotoers. THERE is a Reaper whose name is Death, And with his...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... | |
 | Choice descriptive poetry - 1852 - 112 Seiten
...mercies of a moment, leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene. YOUNG. THE REAPER AND THE ANGELS. THERE is a Reaper whose name is Death, And with his...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have nought that is fair ?" said he, " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath... | |
 | J. B. Syme - 1852 - 196 Seiten
...these earthly damps • What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death ! what seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - 256 Seiten
...Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1852 - 356 Seiten
...And try if the homely, despised thing, May not yield sweet fragrance there. sifo Longfellow. rTHERE is a Reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle...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... | |
 | Samuel Irenæus Prime - 1852 - 172 Seiten
...Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 344 Seiten
...these earthly damps, What seem to ns but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, the child of our affection, But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1853 - 496 Seiten
...any 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...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 Seiten
...Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait. LONGFELLOW. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with...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... | |
 | Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 Seiten
...world. Milton. EEAPERS. AROUND him ply the reapers' band, With lightsome heart and eager hand. Pringle. There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And with his...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. Longfelloie. I love, I love to see Bright steel gleam through the land; 'Tis a goodly sight, but it... | |
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There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. 
