|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|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,|
Shewd like a stubble-land at harvest home.
Shakespeare.King Henry IV., Part I. Act I. Scene 3. (Hotspurs description of a finished Courtier.)
|Our rural ancestors, with little blest,|
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulgd the day that housd 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.