John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Small of all that human hearts endure, 367. one a strong nation, 1026. rare volume, 456. sands the mountain, 311. seems a figure mean and, 767. service is true service, 486. sincerity of mirth, there’s, 585. there is no great no, 617. things, day of, 1028. to greater matters, 157. vices do appear, 148. voice in autumn’s, the still, 650. voice spake unto me, still, 666. would not think any duty, 760. |
| Small-endians and big-endians, 290. |
| Smaller man, had loved a, 679. |
| Smallest effort is not lost, 718. worm will turn, 95. |
| Small-knowing soul, 54. |
| Smart for it, 54, 1017. of all the girls that are so, 285. |
| Smarts so little as a fool, 327. this dog, 363. |
| Smell a rat, 172, 211. ancient and fish-like, 43. as sweet, a rose by any other name would, 105. flower of sweetest, 488. of bread and butter, 554. rankest compound of villanous, 46. sweet and blossom in the dust, 209. the blood of a British man, 147. |
| Smells sweete al around, 28. to heaven, 139, 362. wooingly, heaven’s breath, 117. |
| Smelleth the battle afar off, 1010. |
| Smelt of the lamp, 914. |
| Smile again, affliction may, 54. and be a villain, 132. and sigh, reasons why we, 569. and tear, betwixt a, 546. at anything, could be moved to, 111. be lost to sight, tho’ thy, 597. because it makes us, 560. brightly, and sweetly sing, 563. calm thou mayst, 438. followed perhaps with a, 416. forget and, 777. from partial beauty won, 513. grinned horrible a ghastly, 229. he smiled a kind of sickly, 813. hear with a disdainful, 384. if we do meet again, we shall, 115. in her eye, 590. in pain, frown at pleasure, 309. is sweetened by gravity, his, 729. is the sweetest, her, 586. look backwards with a, 307. make languor, 328. make the learned, 324. make the serious, 345. no more, men, 348. on her lips, 489. one vast substantial, 702. sad because it makes us, 560. sardonic, 1052. sympathetic tear, the social, 387. |
| Smile, tear followed perhaps by a, 416. that glowed celestial rosy, 238. that was childlike, 813. those angel faces, 607. though I shall not be near thee, 563. to share the good man’s, 397. to those who hate, 553. vain tribute of a, 487. we would aspire to, 99. wept with delight at your, 747. with an intent to do mischief, 186. yet tho’ thy, be lost, 597. |
| Smiles, as Jupiter on Juno, 233. at the drawn dagger, 299. becks and wreathed, 248. daggers in men’s, 120. from reason flow, 238. his emptiness betray, 328. in such a sort, 111. in yer face while it picks yer pocket, 350. kisses tears and, 474. of joy the tears of woe, 524. of other maidens, 586. seldom he, 111. sweet strains or pensive, 614. the clouds away, 550. the robbed that, steals something from the thief, 151. the tears of boyhood, the, 523. to-day to-morrow will be dying, 202. welcome ever, 102. |
| Smiled a kind of sickly smile, 813. all around thee, 438. hermit sighed till woman, 513. on me, until she, 586. she, and the shadows departed, 814. when a sabbath appeared, 416. |
| Smiling at grief, patience on a monument, 76. damned villain, 132. destructive man, 281. gone, to the fagot, 798. in her tears, pensive beauty, 513. with a never-fading serenity, 299. |
| Smite like war-clubs, big words do not, 645. once, stands ready to, 241. strength without hands to, 805. |
| Smith, his name was, 818. stand with his hammer, 80. |
| Smiths never had any arms, the, 460. |
| Smoke a good cigar is a, 853. and flame, awful guide in, 493. and stir of this dim spot, 243. no fire without some, 17, 33. that so gracefully curled, 518. w’at you gwine do wid de, 828. |
| Smokes, the man who, 632. |
| Smoking flax, 1026. |
| Smooth as monumental alabaster, 156. at a distance rough at hand, 181. course of true love never did run, 57. runs the water, 93. stream in smoother numbers, 324. the bed of death, 328. the ice, 79. Waller was, 329. |
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