336 GRAPES GRATITUDE GRAFT (See Bribery, Corruption, Politics)
GRAPES
Nay, in death's hand, the grape-stone proves
As strong as thunder is in Jove's.
Cowley—Elegy upon Anacreon. L. 106.
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Ezekiel. XVIII. 2; Jeremiah. XXXI. 29.
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| text = <poem>Is not the gleaning of the grapes of Ephraim better than the vintage of Abi-ezer?
Judges. VIII. 2.
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The grape gains its purple tinge by looking at another grape.
Juvenal—Satires. II. 81.
GRASS
The scented wild-weeds and enamell'd moss.
Campbell—Theodric.
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| text = <poem>Grass grows at last above all graves.
Julia C. R. Dorr—Grass-Grown.
We say of the oak, "How grand of girth!"
Of the willow we say, "How slender!"
And yet to the soft grass clothing the earth
How slight is the praise we render.
Edgar Fawcett—The Grass.
All flesh is grass.
Isaiah. XL. 6.
A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.
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The green grass floweth like a stream
Into the ocean's blue.
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| text = <poem>O'er the smooth enamell'd green
Where no print of step hath been.
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| text = <poem>And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
I am the grass.
Let me work.
Carl Sandburg—Grass.
While the grass grows—
The proverb is something musty.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 358.
How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
Tempest. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 52.
Whylst grass doth grow, oft sterves the seely steede.
Whetstone—Promos and Cassandra. (1578)
GRASSHOPPER
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In happiness compared to thee?
Fed with nourishment divine,
The dewy morning's gentle wine!
Nature waits upon thee still,
And thy verdant cup does fill;
'Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread,
Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
Cowley—Anacreontigues. No. 10. Grasshopper.
<poem>Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass,
Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev"n the bees lag at the summoning brass. Leigh Hunt—To the Grasshopper and the Cricket.
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And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the grasshopper's—he takes the lead In summer luxury—he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. Keats—On the Grasshopper and Cricket.
GRATITUDE
If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep, The sky if no longer dark tempests deform; When our perils are past shall our gratitude sleep? No! Here's to the pilot that weather'd the storm! George Canning—Song (on "Billy Pitt
