John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Shade, in sunshine and in, 653. of aristocracy, the cool, 537. of melancholy boughs, 68. of power, gray flits the, 541. of that which once was great, 471. let it sleep in the, 519. more welcome, 313. no shine no butterflies, no, 595. pale realms of, 572. pillared, high overarched, 239. seats beneath the, 395. shadow of a, 881. sitting in a pleasant, 175. so softening into shade, 357. that follows wealth, 402. thought in a green, 263. through sun and, 670. unperceived, 357. variable as the, 490. |
| Shades below, way was easy to the, 947. happy walks and, 239. high over-arched, 224. of death, bogs dens and, 228. of evening close, ere the, 865. of night, fled the, 234. soon as the evening, prevail, 300. where the Etrurian, 224. |
| Shadow both way falls, 240. cloaked from head to foot, 674. dims her way, nor, 524. dream itself is but a, 134. float double swan and, 474. hence horrible, 122. in the sun, to spy my, 96. lies floating on the floor, 656. life is but a walking, 125. like a, o’er the heart, 764. man’s life is but a, 768. moveth o’er the dial-plate, 649. of a shade, 881. of a starless night, 564. of death, 805. of death, darkness and the, 1008. of some unseen power, 564. of the British oak, 410. of thy pinions float along, 613. of thy wings, under the, 1010. on the wall, a giant, 767. our time is a very, 1028. proves the substance true, 324. seemed, that, 228. single hair casts its, 895. soul from out that, 656. swift as a, 57. there truth is ’t is her, 721. walks before, 823. |
| Shadows, a thousand, go, 486. beckoning dire, 243. best in this kind are but, 59. come like, so depart, 123. coming events cast their, 514. go, face o’er which, 486. lengthening, 268. mirrors of gigantic, 568. not substantial things, 209. of actions, words the, 915. of coming events, 514. |
| Shadows of the clouds, 784. our fatal, 183. that I feared so long, the, 748. that walk by us, 183. the, departed, 814. thy garments gray thy veiling, 764. to-night have struck more terror, 97. we are what shadows we pursue, 409. wishes lengthen like our, 309. |
| Shadowed livery of the sun, 62. |
| Shadowless like silence listening, 594. |
| Shadowy groves, 821. lie, was thy dream a, 719. night, untroubled sentries of the, 635. past, summon from the, 641. |
| Shadwell never deviates into sense, 269. |
| Shady brows, 243. leaves of destiny, 258. place, sunshine in the, 27. roof, under the, 250. side of Pall-Mall, 432. |
| Shaft at random sent, 492. flew thrice, thy, 306. lent his plume to fledge the, 518. of light across the land, 668. of Orient mould, light, 570. that made him die, 219. that quivered in his heart, 539. when I had lost one, 60. winged the, 539. |
| Shafts, thy fatal, 392. |
| Shake my fell purpose, 117. of his poor little head, 802. our disposition, 131. the saintship of an anchorite, 540. the spheres, seems to, 271. thy gory locks at me, never, 122. why dost thou shiver and, 861. |
| Shakes his ambrosial curls, 337. pestilence and war, 229. the stars down, before he, 730. |
| Shaken, so, as we are, 82. when taken, to be, 454. withered and, 592. |
| Shaker of o’er-rank states, 199. |
| Shakers of the world, 820. |
| Shakespeare and musical glasses, 402. at his side, 483. drew, this is the Jew that, 347. fancy’s child, sweetest, 249. is not our poet, 511. more original than his originals, 621. my, rise, 179. myriad-minded, 504. on whose forehead climb, 657. the wonder of our stage, 179. to make room for, 179. tongue that, spake, 472. unlocked his heart, 485, 713. what needs my, 251. writes it, wisdom, 620. |
| Shakespeare’s magic, 275. name, rival all but, 513. wit, orbit and sum of, 616. |
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