Quote#Death
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death
Quote byHenry Wadsworth Longfellow · 1807–1882
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Voices of the Night (1839), The Reaper and the Flowers, st. 1..
English (original)
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.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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