corn quotes

It was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonie, Beneath the moon's unclouded light, I held awa to Annie.

- Robert Burns
  'Song, The Rigs o'Barley', or 'Corn Rigs  AreBonie', stanza1.

Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, An'corn rigs are bonie: I'll ne'er forget that happy night, Amang the rigs wi'Annie.

- Robert Burns
  'Song, The Rigs o' Barley', or 'Corn Rigs  Are Bonie', chorus.

Sure there was wine Before my sighs did dry it; there was corn Before my tears did drown it. 398

- George Herbert
'The Collar', collected in The Temple, Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations (published posthumously,1633).

Then come on, come on, and yield A savour like unto a blessed field, When the bedabbled morn Washes the golden ears of corn.

- Robert Herrick
  'A Nuptial Song, or Epithalamion, on Sir Clipseby Crew and His Lady'.

She stood breast high amid the corn, Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.

-Honorius of Autun
  'Ruth'.

The farmers of Kansasmust raise less cornand morehell.

- Mary Elizabeth Cylens Lease
  Speech, Kansas. This phrase became the slogan of the Populist Party.

If a man bring to London an ounce of Silver out of the Earth in Peru in the same time that he can produce a bushel of Corn, then one isthe natural price of the other.

- Sir William Petty
  Treatise ofTaxes.

You have heard the sound of the white soldier's axe on the Little Piney. His presence here is†an insult to the spirits of our ancestors. Are we to give up their sacred graves to be ploughed for corn? Dakotas, I am for war.

-Red Cloud original name Mahpiua Luta
  Speech before war council at Fort Laramie,Wyoming.

Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn.

- Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  Poems,'The Blessed Damozel', stanza 2.

And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country than the whole race of politicians put together.

-Jonathan Swift
  Gulliver'sTravels,'A Voyage to Brobdingnag', ch.7.

Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn.

-John Greenleaf Whittier
  'Barbara Frietchie', opening lines.

Weary men, what reap ye?Golden corn for the stranger. What sow ye?Human corpses that wait for the avenger. Fainting forms, hunger stricken, what see ye in the offing? Stately ships to bear our food away, amid the stranger's scoffing. There's a proud array of soldierswhat do they round your door? They guard our master'sgranaries from the thin hands of the poor. Pale mothers, wherefore weeping? Would to God that we were dead Ourchildren swoon before us, and we cannot give them bread.

-Jane Francesca ne  e Elgee Wilde
'The FamineYear'.