John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Shaking, fruit that falls without, 350. |
| Shale, the rock he sat upon was, 818. |
| Shall a light word part us, 653. I wasting in despair, 199. find how day by day, 608. live for evermore, life, 675. mark you his absolute, 103. not when he wolda, 405. set some value on his, 653. |
| Shallow brooks and rivers wide, 248. draughts intoxicate the brain, 323. in himself, versed in books, 241. men believe in luck, 621. murmur, the deep are dumb, 25. rivers, 41. spirit of judgment, 93. streams run dimpling, 328. |
| Shallows, bound in, 115. that line the beach, 820. |
| Shame, ashamed with the noble, 729. avoid, 460. blush of maiden, 573. cometh after, 13. doff it for, 79. each deed of, 643. erring sister’s, 548. fear not guilt yet start at, 413. hide her, from every eye, 403. honour and, 319. life is a, 829. London’s lasting, 383. lost to all sense of, 338. love taught him, 273. of nature, paint the mortal, 683. one glory an’ one, 735. our neighbour’s, 858. say what it will, 143. the devil, tell truth and, 85. the fools, print it and, 326. them with thine eyes, and, 608. those who start at, 413. to men, 227. where is thy blush, 140. who hangs his head for, 866. whose glory is in their, 1039. will follow after, 38. with love at strife, 373. |
| Shames, hold a candle to my, 62. thousand innocent, 52. |
| Shamed, age thou art, 110. |
| Shammin’ when ’e ’s dead, 851. |
| Shank, too wide for his shrunk, 69. |
| Shape, air and harmony of, 287. assume a pleasing, 135. bears lick their young into, 905. cast a beam on the outward, 245. execrable, what art thou, 229. had none distinguishable, 228. if it might be called, 228. in any, in any mood, 552. it as he would, force to, 681. no bigger than an agate-stone, in, 104. of a camel, cloud almost in, 139. of danger can dismay, 476. said the second, 798. such a questionable, 130. take any, but that, 122. |
| Shape, virtue in her, 234. |
| Shapes, calling, 243. of foul disease, 676. of ill may hover, 579. our ends, divinity that, 145. that come not, 482. the poet’s pen turns them to, 59. two hurrying, 798. |
| Shaped for sportive tricks, 95. |
| Shards if we offend, broken into, 691. |
| Share, every grief that mortals, 803. |
| Shared each other’s gladness, 637. |
| Sharp as a pen, his nose was, 91. as arrows, taunts are not so, 645. is the world, 294. misery had worn him, 108. pinch, necessity’s, 146. ribs, labor pining hideth his, 696. stern struggle, 771. the conquering, 6. |
| Sharps unpleasing, 108. |
| Sharpen with cloyless sauce, 157. |
| Sharpeneth the countenance, 1021. |
| Sharper than a serpent’s tooth, 146. than the sword, whose edge is, 160. |
| Sharp-looking wretch, 50. |
| Sharp-sighted, fear is, 971. |
| Shatter the vase if you will, 522. your leaves, fingers rude, 246. |
| Shaving, and the barber kept on, 723. |
| Shay, the wonderful one-hoss, 691. |
| She can both false and friendly be, 648. drew an angel down, 272. fair chaste and unexpressive, 70. for God in him, 232. gave me eyes, 469. I love is far away, 988. in part to blame is, 193. is a woman, 104. is all my fancy painted her, 868. is fooling thee, trust her not, 648. is lovely she’s divine, 868. is not fair to outward, 586. is pretty to walk with, 256. knew the life-long martyrdom, 648. knowed the Lord was nigher, 736. knows her man, 274. lived unknown, 469. never told her love, 75. played on the banks of the Yuba, 636. that not impossible, 258. that was ever fair, 151. thought no v’ice hed sech a swing, 736. was his life, 553. was poor, he was rich and, 720. will, if she will, 313. with one breath attunes, 722. you are the cruell’st, alive, 74. |
| Shear, never has known the barber’s, 697. swine all cry and no wool, 211. |
| Shears, Fury with th’ abhorred, 247. |
| Sheathed their swords, 91. |
| Sheathes the vengeful blade, 459. |
| Shed no tear—O shed, 577. |
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