John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Song jets forth so clear, 998. labour itself is but a sorrowful, 717. let satire be my, 539. loves not wine woman and, 697. low lone, 715. many once lauded in, 940. metre of an antique, 161. mighty orb of, 479. moralize my, 27. moralized his, 328. my soul is full of whispered, 748. needless Alexandrine ends the, 374. never a, 791. never yet heard in tale or, 243. no sorrow in thy, 438. of old, that glorious, 695. of Percy and Douglas, 34. of the lark, the morning, 681. of the siren, 38. one immortal, 267. others shall sing the, 651. passes not away, 841. sea grew civil at her, 57. silence more musical than any, 778. still govern thou my, 236. sung a, that took my heart, 770. swallow flights of, 675. swear to the truth of a, 287. that nerves a nation’s, 682. the grateful, 538. the sirens sang, 219. the stars of morning sung, 651. theme of future, 344. to the oak, 652. unlike my subject shall be my, 353. veiling lightnings of his, 565. wanted many an idle, 326. what they teach in, 566. whole world send back the, 695. your, is passing sweet, 791. |
| Songs and sonnets, book of, 45. are swelling, angelic, 717. be turned to holy psalms, 25. of sadness and of mirth, 647. she heard in her dreams, 636. sweetest, are of saddest thought, 565. that found no tongue, my, 651. we sung, 792. |
| Songes make and wel endite, 1. |
| Songster, worm by early, caught, 720. |
| Sonne, up rose the, 2. |
| Sonne’s wife Elizabeth, than my, 749. |
| Sonnet, scorn not the, 485. |
| Sonnets, book of songs, and 45. Rafael made a century of, 706. |
| Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds, 224. |
| Soon, never came a minute too, 592. or late shall navigate, 767. that I am done for, so, 875. to strike too, is oft to miss, 684. upon the stage of life, 696. will it ever late or, 683. |
| Sooner lost and worn, 75. or later delicate death, to each, 744. to make an end, the, 171. |
| Soonest mended, little said is, 200. |
| Sooth ’t were a pleasant life, 611. |
| Soothe a heart that’s broken, 492. the hurts of fate, 798. the savage breast, 294. |
| Soothed his soul to pleasures, 272. with the sound, 271. |
| Soothing death, come lovely and, 744. slumber, 438. |
| Sophisters, age of, 410. |
| Sophisticated rhetorician inebriated with, 625. |
| Sophistry, destroy his fib or, 327. |
| Sophocles, not mad if I am, 883. |
| Sophonisba, O, 358. |
| Soprano basso, the Contra-alto, 554. |
| Sordid hopes and vain desires, 534. perils of actual existence, 836. |
| Sore labour’s bath, 120. saying spoken once by Him, 684. store is no, 11, 977. |
| Sorrow, a little fun to match the, 789. and scarlet leaf sad thoughts, 741. and silence are strong, 643. ate his bread in, 645. but more closely tied, 526. calls no time that’s gone, 183. chartered by, and freighted, 623. down thou climbing, 146. drown all, 184. earth has no, 524. fade, ere sin could blight or, 500. fail not for, 686. give, words, 124. hang, care will kill a cat, 177, 199. hath scaped this, 162. her rent is, 204. I bade good morrow to, 574. in thy song, thou hast no, 438. increaseth, 1022. is held intrusive, 606. is in vain, thy, 405. is unknown, where, 417. labour and, is their strength, 1014. learn, the heart must, 645. literature consoles, 600. long has washed thy roses, 378. melt into, 549. more in, than in anger, 128. nae, there John, 458. never comes too late, 381. never dies, 824. night of, from a fore-spent, 258. no, that heaven cannot heal, 524. now melt into, 549. of the meanest thing, 472. parting is such sweet, 106. path of, and that alone, 417. patience a remedy for, 887, 895. patience and, strove, 148. pine with feare and, 29. resembles, only as the mist resembles the rain, 641. returned with the morn, 515. rooted from the memory, 125. saw how by tried, 788. sing away, 972. sit thee down, 54. some natural loss or pain, 473. |
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