John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Solitude of his own originality, 865. shrinks from the dismaying, 602. so companionable as, 722. sometimes is best society, 239. sweet retired, 244. that inward eye which is the bliss of, 475. where are the charms, 416. which they call peace, 933. |
| Solitudinem faciunt, 550. |
| Solution of some theme he could not solve, 839. on impossible, 802. |
| Somber real, without the, 763. |
| Some are born great, 76. are fine fellows, 772. asked how pearls did grow, 201. asked where rubies grew, 201. blessed threads of gold, 715. books are drenchèd sands, 775. books to be tasted, 168. chaste, many generous and, 679. Cupid kills with arrows, 51. days must be dark, 640. do it with a bitter look, 836. far-off touch of greatness, 679. fifth act what this, in, 683. floweret blow, rain-drop makes, 718. love to roam, 718. must be great, 421. must watch some must sleep, 138. natural tears they dropped, 240. nineteen or twenty summers ago, 750. noble work of love to do, 696. of us will smart for it, 54. one gently rapping, as of, 655. one to come who nevermore, 648. rain must fall, 640. rise by sin, 47. said John print it, 265. shall reap that never sow, 849. sprite begotten of summer, 865. sudden thought, some careless rhyme, 810. sweet plaintive melody, like, 587. to church repair, 324. undone widow, 194. vast river of unfailing source, 597. we’ve left behind us, 522. what if, unshamed iconoclast, 788. write their wrongs in marble, 314. |
| Somebody to hew and hack, 211. |
| Something after death, dread of, 136. ails it now, 472. better than his dog, 669. between a hindrance and help, 472. dangerous, in me, 144. dear dearer than self, 541. good, the worst speak, 205. greater, yes but there’s, 716. I’ll lend you, 77. in a flying horse, there’s, 468. in a huge balloon, there’s, 468. is rotten in Denmark, 131. lost, longings after, 819. more than melody, and, 608. nothing, ’t is, 153. |
| Something of nothing, created, 222. rich and strange, 42. the heart must have, 645. to love he lends us, 667. too much of this, 138. wicked this way comes, 123. would turn up, faith that, 628. |
| Sometimes counsel take, 326. for years and years together, 609. glimpses on my sight, 649. |
| Somewhere in desolate wind-swept space, 798. in this favored land, 856. |
| Son, a wise, maketh a glad father, 1017. and foe, grim death my, 229. at home, keep his only, 392. booby father craves a booby, 310. degenerates from the sire, 337. England’s greatest, 671. every mother’s, 57. every wise man’s, 75. God the Father God the, 303. happy was it for that, 95. hateth his, 1018. meant my, be good, 444. of Adam and Eve, 288. of his own works, 971. of memory, dear, 251. of mine succeeding, no, 121. of parents passed into the skies, 123. of the morning, 1025. swore, Diogenes struck the father when the, 192. two-legged thing a, 267. |
| Sons, affliction’s, are brothers in distress, 447. Arcturus with his, 1010. God’s, are things, 314. had I a dozen, 102. of Belial, flown with insolence, 224. of clay, ye hopeless, 653. of Columbia, 863. of Edward sleep in Abraham’s bosom, 97. of France awake to glory, 990. of God shouted for joy, 1009. of God, shoutings of all the, 680. of heaven, things are the, 368. of night, bloom for, 520. of reason valour liberty, 358. of the morning, 535. of their great sires, 342. strong are her, 344. the goodliest man since born his, 232. two of earth’s degenerate, 341. |
| Song, burden of his, 427. burden of some merry, 328. careless, with a little nonsense, 389. charms the sense, 228. dear to gods and men, sacred, 347. divine, soft as some, 345. for our banner, 609. for song, the Siren singing, 511. in thy praise, I’ll sing, 449. inaccessible vine of, 808. it may turn out a, 448. |
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