John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Shock of men, midst the, 541. of pleasure, give a, 579. sink beneath the, 549. |
| Shocks that flesh is heir to, 135. |
| Shocking bad hats, 463. |
| Shoe be Spanish or neat’s leather, 213. for luck, old, 12. great, for a little foot, 923. has power to wound, 378. horse lost for want of a, 360. let not a shoemaker judge above his, 907. lost for want of a nail, 360. not the same, on every foot, 897. pinches, where the, 910, 973. |
| Shoes and ships and sealing-wax, 782. Englishmen stand firmest in their, 619. Hannah’s at window binding, 765. he who sees takes off his, 659. him that makes, go barefoot, 186. of King James, 195. were on their feet, 510. your little, my big boots, 844. |
| Shoemaker should give no opinion beyond shoes, 907. |
| Shoemaker’s wife, who is worse shod than the, 15. |
| Shoe-string, careless, 201. |
| Shone, far off his coming, 236. like a meteor, 224. she, 814. |
| Shook a dreadful dart, 228. hands and went to ’t, 351. his dart, death, 240. the arsenal, 241. the world from pagan slumber, 635. to air, like a dew-drop, 102. |
| Shoon, clouted, 245. sandal, 405. |
| Shoot folly as it flies, 315. young idea how to, 355. |
| Shoots of everlastingness, 263. through air and light, 524. |
| Shooting-stars attend thee, 202. shop, keep thy, 37. |
| Shop-keepers, nation of, 1050. |
| Shore, Afric’s burning, 388. and ocean’s wave-beat, 717. beat wild on this world’s, 654. buried by the upbraiding, 545. control stops with the, 547. echoed along the, 388. fades o’er the waters blue, 540. fast by their native, 423. gathering pebbles on the, 241. I lingered alone on the, 613. landing on some silent, 295. left their beauty on the, 614. little boats should keep near, 360. my boat is on the, 553. my native, adieu, 540. never was on the dull tame, 538. odours from the spicy, 232. of memory, silent, 481. on a stern and distant, 856. on the night’s Plutonian, 613. on this dull unchanging, 714. |
| Shore, one foot in sea and one on, 51, 405. ornament is but the guiled, 63. rapture on the lonely, 547. shall wander by the, 842. ships that never came to, 518. so dies a wave along the, 434. such is the aspect of this, 548. surges lash the sounding, 324. the despot’s heel is on thy, 813. the fragile skiff attains the, 810. the lights around the, 769. unhappy folks on, 510. unknown and silent, 509. waves that plunged along the, 758. where’er I am by, at sea, 596. who shrinks from the sable, 756. wild and willowed, 487. wrecked on, 793. |
| Shores of old romance, 472. on sands and, 243. rocky are her, 344. round earth’s human, 578. to these golden, 45. to what strange, 39. undreamed, unpathed waters, 78. whisperings around desolate, 577. |
| Short and far between, 355. and simple annals of the poor, 384. and the long of it, this is the, 45. as any dream, 57. be the day, or never so long, 19. cut, always take the, 939. horse soon curried, 12. how, our happy days appear, 749. retirement urges sweet return, 239. summers ago, some nineteen, 750. |
| Shortened, who first, the labor, 584. |
| Short-lived pain, 489. |
| Shot, beginning of a fray and end of a, 19. fool’s bolt is soon, 16. forth peculiar graces, 235. heard round the world, 615. mine arrow o’er the house, 145. my being through earth, 500. perilous, out of an elder gun, 92. so trim, he that, 105. |
| Should auld acquaintance, 449. do when we would, 142. have found in him, 679. keep who can, they, 473. not say it, say it that, 198. take who have, they, 473. why you, n’t make a sky, 765. |
| Shoulder and elbow, ’twixt, 351. head and, 964. to the wheel, 189. |
| Shoulders, Atlantean, 227. broad, beneath his, 232. dwarf on a giant’s, 185, 206. heads grow beneath their, 150. |
| Shouldered his crutch, 396. |
| Shoulder-high we bring you home, 842. |
| Shout and revelry, midnight, 243. back our peals of laughter, 756. that tore hell’s concave, 224. tide comes with a, 837. |
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