Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.
Harvest
How many a female eye will roam
Along the road,
To see the load,
The last dear load of harvest home.
Kirke White.—Harvest Moon, Verse 3.
His chin, new reaped,
Shew’d like a stubble-land at harvest home.
Shakespeare.—King Henry IV., Part I. Act I. Scene 3. (Hotspur’s description of a finished Courtier.)
Our rural ancestors, with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulg’d the day that hous’d their annual grain,
With feasts, and offerings, and a thankful strain.
Pope.—To Augustus, Epistle I. Line 241, Book II.
They joy before thee according to the joy in harvest.
Isaiah, Chap. ix. Ver. 3.