|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|The scented wild-weeds and enamelld moss.|
|Grass grows at last above all graves.|
Julia C. R. DorrGrass-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 FawcettThe Grass.
|All flesh is grass.|
Isaiah. XL. 6.
| A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.|
Samuel JohnsonMrs. Piozzis Anecdotes of Johnson. P. 100.
|The green grass floweth like a stream|
Into the oceans blue.
LowellThe Sirens. L. 87.
|Oer the smooth enamelld green|
Where no print of step hath been.
|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.
| 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.|
WhetstonePromos and Cassandra. (1578).