John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Skies, let its altar reach the, 465. milky baldric of the, 573. my canopy the, 316. or early find the peaceful, 696. parents passed into the, 423. pointing at the, 322. raised a mortal to the, 272. reaching upward to the, 646. rush into the, 315. setting in his western, 268. some inmate of the, 346. stars are in the quiet, 631. summer, are darkly blue, 613. sun illumed the eastern, 758. sunny as her, 554. they were ashen and sober, 656. to mansions in the, 303. to raise mortals to the, 532. watcher of the, 576. were clear, the morn was fair, the, 636. when, were purple, 599. |
| Skiff, fragile, attains the shore, 810. |
| Skill, are winners, mainly use and, 680. by force or, 858. in amplifying, 136. in antiquity, 222. in arguing, 397. in surgery, honour hath no, 87. is but a barbarous, 261. simple truth, his utmost, 174. strengthens our nerves and sharpens our, 411. |
| Skilled in gestic lore, 395. |
| Skim milk masquerades as cream, 801. |
| Skimble-skamble stuff, a deal of, 85. |
| Skin and bone, two millers, 351. and bone, wasted to, 970. come off with a whole, 971. drum made of his, 186. Ethiopian change his, 1027. of an innocent lamb, 94. of my teeth, 1009. |
| Skins are whole, your, 46. |
| Skin-deep, colours that are, 282. ’t is but, 262. |
| Skip at our feet, crowds of grasshoppers, 749. |
| Skipper stormed and tore his hair, 724. |
| Skirmish of wit between them, 50. |
| Skirt the eternal frost, 501. |
| Skirts, no one ever lifted my, 926. of happy chance, 675. |
| Skull of a lawyer, 143. |
| Skulls, dead men’s, 96. |
| Sky, admitted to that equal, 315. and the ocean, nothing behind but the, 503. banner in the, 688. banners flout the, 115. bonds over all, the blue, 499. blue, and living air, 467. blue ethereal, 300. bridal of the earth and, 204. bright reversion in the, 335. canopied by the blue, 553. changes when they are wives, the, 71. |
| Sky, climb the upper, 531. close against the, 592. darkness of the, 23. fables of the, 342. far out of reach, the, 743. fit it for the, 860. flushing round a summer, 357. for thy faint blue, 790. forehead of the morning, 248. from earth to highest, 30. girdled with the, 507. go forth under the open, 572. howls along the, 392. I have need of the, 847. in our northern, 433. in the bounds of earth and, 750. is changed and such change, 544. is red, for the, 1032. keep one parent from the, 328. laughter shakes the, 344. milky way i’ the, 256. not know a star in the, 618. O white and midnight, 821. only God is in the, 817. opens to the morning, 865. Ophiuchus huge in the arctic, 229. regent of the, 426. shines from out yon clouded, 613. silence in the starry, 478. so fair the, 790. soft blue, did never melt, 468. some brother of the, 343. soul of man is larger than the, 585. souls are ripened in our northern, 433. splendour through the, 496. stars in the, for religion’s sake, 741. stars set their watch in the, 515. steeples point to the, 504. stepped to the, 723. storm that howls along the, 392. sunshine aye shall light the, 718. tears of the, 353. the moving moon went up the, 498. they die in yon rich, 672. triumphal arch that fill’st the, 516. waft thy name beyond the, 539. Washington is in the upper, 531. were to fall, if the, 890. what a scowl of cloud, 713. whatever, is above me, 553. when stars illume the, 597. why you should n’t make a, 765. windows of the, 357. witchery of the soft blue, 468. woods against a stormy, 569. |
| Skyey influences, servile to the, 48. |
| Sky-robes, these my, 243. |
| Slab of marble cold, monument, 660. |
| Slag, amid measureless grossness and, 742. |
| Slain by arrows of the early frost, 763. he can never do that’s, 215. he who is in battle, 403. I could consent to be, 889. think he is slain, if the, 617. thrice he slew the, 271. |
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