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10 Quotes for 'Harvest' in the Database.
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Harvest Quotes
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For now, the corn house filled, the harvest home,
Th' invited neighbors to the husking come;
A frolic scene, where work and mirth and play
Unite their charms to cheer the hours away.
Author: Joel Barlow
Source: The Hasty Pudding
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He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth
the clouds shall not reap.
Author: Bible
Source: Ecclesiastes (ch. XI, v. 4)
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In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not
thine hand: for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either
this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.
Author: Bible
Source: Ecclesiastes (ch. XI, v. 6)
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Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth,
that shall he also reap.
Author: Bible
Source: Galatians (ch. VI, v. 7)
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Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous,
but the labourers are few;
Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send
forth labourers into his harvest.
Author: Bible
Source: Matthew (ch. IX, v. 37-38)
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Who eat their corn while yet 'tis green
At the true harvest can but glean.
Author: Moslih Eddin (Al Din) Saadi (Sadi)
Source: Gulistan (Garden of Roses)
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So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: As You Like It (Silvius at III, v)
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And thus of all my harvest-hope I have
Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.
Author: Edmund Spenser
Source: The Shepherd's Calendar--December (L. 121)
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Think, oh, grateful think!
How good the God of Harvest is to you;
Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields,
While those unhappy partners of you kind
Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven,
And ask their humble dole.
Author: James Thomson (1)
Source: Autumn (l. 169)
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Fancy with prophetic glance
Sees the teeming months advance;
The field, the forest, green and gay;
The dappled slope, the tedded hay;
Sees the reddening orchard blow,
The Harvest wave, the vintage flow.
Author: Thomas Warton
Source: Ode--The First of April (l. 97)
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