John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Sand, little grains of, 760. roll down their golden, 536. were pearl, if all their, 44. |
| Sands, and the, are bright, 580. come unto these yellow, 42. death has shaken out the, 578. drenchèd, 775. eternal moan, on its desolate, 717. ignoble things, 196. o’ Dee, across the, 727. of time, footprints on the, 639. small, the mountain make, 311. syllable men’s names on, 243. |
| Sandal shoon, by his, 405. |
| Sand-dunes, like the, 940. |
| Sanded floor, the nicely, 397. |
| Sand-piper, one little, 792. |
| Sane and simple race of brutes, O, 680. ’t is fitter being, than mad, 711. |
| Sang, it may turn out a, 448. loud and high, the lark, 637. of love and not of fame, 761. sing as Martin Luther, 697. so sweet as thrushes, 791. willow, 801. |
| Sange, ful wel she, 1. |
| Sans intermission, 68. taste sans everything, 69. teeth sans eyes, 69. |
| Sap stirred at the whisper, 811. |
| Sapphire blaze the living throne, 382. |
| Sapphires, glowed with living, 233. |
| Sappho loved and sung, where, 557. |
| Sapping a solemn creed, 544. |
| Sarcastikul, this is rote, 787. |
| Sardonic smile, 1052. |
| Sat and combed their beautiful hair, 781. by the waters of life we, 599. in the low-backed car, 590. like a cormorant, 232. |
| Satan came also, 1008. exalted sat, 226. finds some mischief, 302. get thee behind me, 1032. play at cherry-pit with, 76. sabbathless, 509. so call him now, 235. stood unterrified, 229. trembles when he sees, 422. was now at hand, 228. |
| Satanic school, the, 508. |
| Satchel, schoolboy with his, 69, 354. |
| Satire be my song, 539. for pointed, 279. is my weapon, 328. like a polished razor, 350. or sense, 328. |
| Satisfaction as the time requires, 168. of the tongue, windy, 343. |
| Satisfied that is well paid, he is, 65. |
| Satisfy the soul, what will, 744. |
| Saturday and Monday, betwixt a, 285. |
| Satyr, Hyperion to a, 128. |
| Sauce, sharpen with cloyless, 157. |
| Saucy doubts and fears, 122. |
| Saul among the prophets, 1006. and Jonathan were lovely, 1007. |
| Sauntered Europe round, 332. |
| Savage anti-everythings, lean hungry, 690. breast, soothe the, 294. saint and sage, by, 334. wild in woods the noble, ran, 275. woman, take some, 669. |
| Savageness in unreclaimed blood, 133. |
| Save in his own country, 1031. it be some far-off touch, 679. me from the candid friend, 464. that I think this gross, 682. |
| Saving a little child, 811. |
| Savior of ’is country, 852. |
| Saviour’s birth is celebrated, 127. |
| Savour, salt have lost his, 1030. |
| Saw and loved, 430. and overcame, 90. her eye was bright, then I, 586. how by sorrow tried, 788. how souls of men had grown, 788. I doubted of this, 196. no sound of hammer or of, 421. old Autumn in the misty morn, 594. the air too much, do not, 137. the little that is good, 743. the seeds which sages cast, 788. treason crushed freedom crowned, 788. what the not-day exhibited, 745. who, to wish her stay, 237. ye the lass wi’ the, 586. |
| Saws, full of wise, 69. |
| Sawe, an old-sayd, 29. |
| Say, could never, one half my love, 605. farewell, and looks around to, 697. I, Sancho Panza said and so, 720. I’m sick, I’m dead, 326. it that should not, though I, 198. no, mebby to mean yes an’, 736. no this morning sir I, 658. not the struggle naught availeth, 726. nothin’ without you’re compelled tu, 737. nothing but what has been said, 185. spite of all their friends could, 702. than do, more disagreeable to, 914. that man is mighty, they, 731. to yourself what you would be, 932. what to a novice she could, 720. what to, and eat and drink, 603. when he’s laughed and said his, 697. why gals acts so or so, to, 736. wills to do or, 238. |
| Says a foolish thing, never, 279. nor thinks, 793. not he that merely, one, 583 |
| Saying and doing are two things, 284. short, contains much wisdom, 883. spoken once by Him, sore, 684. to the people do not weep, 742. |
| Sayings of philosophers, 212. such odd, 62. |
| Scab of churches, 175. |
| Scabbard, sword glued to my, 194. |
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