John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Shout, your rout send forth a joyous, 605. |
| Shouted for joy, 1009. |
| Shoutings of all the sons of God, 680. |
| Shovel and tongs, 590. invent a, and be a magistrate, 263. |
| Show and gaze o’ the time, 126. books and money placed for, 215. cozy dimensions go clearly to, 750. driveller and a, 365. falsehood under saintly, 232. himself what he is, let him, 52. his eyes and grieve his heart, 123. I would, the night-flowers, 605. in some fifth act, may, 683. it, if you’ve not a chance to, 866. judges all ranged a terrible, 348. mercie unto others, 29, 334. midnight dances and public, 335. of evil, obscures the, 63. of truth, authority and, 52. spontaneity, life and universe, 765. that within which passeth, 127. the most of heaven, to, 721. us how divine a thing, 475. world is all a fleeting, 524. you’re up to fightin’ tu, 737. |
| Shows as he removes the mask, he, 697. comment on the, 483. what thinks he, 102. |
| Showed him the gentleman, 447. how fields were won, 396. |
| Shower, affliction’s heaviest, 482. earth loveth the, 942. from the south, 822. he sendeth sun he sendeth, 630. sleet of arrowy, 384. |
| Showers, April with his, 1. fragrance after, soft, 233. like those maiden, 202. suck the honied, 247. Sydneian, of sweet discourse, 259. the sweetest, 405. |
| Shower-like, joys that came, 503. |
| Shreds and patches, king of, 141. |
| Shrewdly, the air bites, 130. |
| Shrewsbury clock, hour by, 88. |
| Shriek, a solitary, 557. with hollow, 251. |
| Shrieked, it was the owl that, 119. |
| Shrill, Christmas is here winds whistle, 697. trumpet sounds, 296. winds whistle free, 718. |
| Shrine, Apollo from his, 251. faith’s pure, 569. melancholy has her sovran, 577. of the mighty, 548. within this peaceful, 367. |
| Shrines, such graves are pilgrim, 562. to no code, 562. |
| Shrined in our hearts with Cressy, 726. |
| Shrinks from the sable shore, who, 756. the soul, why, 298. |
| Shroud as well as shirt, 594. of thoughts, 544. ray on ray split the, 713. |
| Shroud, the mattock and the, 308. |
| Shrouded day retreats, 823. |
| Shrub, odours from the spicy, 238. |
| Shrunk into insignificancy, 352. shank, too wide for his, 69. |
| Shrunken, earth seems, 790. |
| Shuddering boughs, 822. in the gloaming light, 798. |
| Shuffle the cards, patience and, 975. |
| Shuffled off this mortal coil, 135. |
| Shuffling, there is no, there, 139. |
| Shut, go there with his eyes, 947. of evening flowers, 239. shut the door, 326. the gates of mercy, 385. the stable door, 13. the windows of the sky, 357. up in measureless content, 119. |
| Shuts up the story of our days, 26. |
| Shutter, borne before her on a, 697. |
| Shutters, close the, 420. |
| Shuttle, swifter than a weaver’s, 1008. |
| Shy and lowly flower, 485. lights, 817. |
| Sibyl, contortions of the, 412. |
| Sick and tired and faint and worn, 783. as a horse, 379. at heart, I am, 126. maketh the heart, 1018. not so, as troubled, 125. say I’m, I’m dead, 326. that eats till he is, 768. that surfeit with too much, 60. this night is but the daylight, 66. whole head is, 1024. |
| Sicken and decay, love begins to, 114. the appetite may, 74. |
| Sickle in another’s corn, 897. keen, death with his, 639. |
| Sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, 136. |
| Sickly smile, he smiled a kind of, 813. |
| Sickness and in health, 1042. doth infect the life-blood, 86. unto death from, 497. |
| Sickness-broken body, 221. |
| Side, angel on the outward, 49. back and, go bare, 23. beggar may crawl at his, 664. by side, with canvas drooping, 727. down the glowing, 548. Europe rings from side to, 252. ever strong upon the stronger, 79. forgot when by thy, 563. God on our, 506. of death, on our dull, 680. on this, Jordan’s wave, 726. south and southwest, 210. the sun’s upon, 523. to side, shift from, 303. truth stood on one, 694. |
| Sides, could carry cannon by our, 145. laughter holding both his, 248. much may be said on both, 300, 363. of kings, ruined, 196. spur to prick the, of my intent, 118. unfed, 147. |
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