Iwill not againcursetheground anymore for man'ssake; for the imagination
of man is evil from his youth; neither will I again smite
any more every thing living, as I have done.While the
earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat,
and summer and winter, and day and night shall not
cease. Bible (Old Testament) Genesis 8:21^2.
When thou cuttest down thine harvest in thy field, and hast forgot a sheaf in the field, thou
shalt not go again to fetch it: it shall
be for the stranger, for the fatherless, and for the widow: that
the L thy God may bless thee in all the work of
thine hands. Bible (Old Testament) ORDDeuteronomy 24:19.
The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. Bible (Old Testament) Jeremiah 8:20.
Say not ye,There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I
say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields;
for theyare white already to harvest. Bible (NewTestament) St John 4:35.
He brought light out of darkness, not out of a lesser light; he canbring
thysummerout of winter, though thou have no spring God
comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in
the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noontoillustrateall
shadows,asthesheavesinharvestto fill all penuries.
All occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his
seasons. John Donne Sermons,'Christmas Day,1624'.
There's Carol like a rolling car, And Martin like a
flying bird, And Adam like the
Lord's First Word, And Raymond like
the Harvest Moon, And Peter like a
piper's tune, And Alan like the
flowing on Of water. And
there's John, like John. Eleanor Farjeon Then There Were Three,'Boys' Names'.
Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a
harvest. Douglas William Jerrold Of Australia. The
Wit and Opinions of Douglas Jerrold (published1859),'A
Land of Plenty'.
Tawny are the leaves turned but they still hold, And it is harvest;
what shall this land produce? A meagre hill of
kernels, a runnel of juice; Declension looks
from our land, it is old. Therefore let us
assemble, dry, gray, spare, And mild as yellow
air. John Crowe Ransom Chills and Fever,'Antique Harvesters'.
There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both
meeting at one time: For both the boughs
do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh
colours deck the wanton prime, And eke attonce the
heavy trees they climb, Which seem to
labour under their fruits load: The whiles the
joyous birds make their pastime Amongst the shady
leaves, their sweet above, And their true
loves without suspicion tell abroad. Edmund Spenser Of the Garden of Adonis. The Faerie Queen, bk.3,
canto 6, stanza 42.
In common truths that round us lie Some random truths
he can impart, The harvest of a
quiet eye That broods and
sleeps on his own heart. William Wordsworth 'A Poet's Epitaph', stanza13 (published1800).