John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Sow thy seed in the morning, 1023. wrong, by the ear, 19, 971. ye are like to reap, as you, 214. |
| Sowe eats all the draffle, still, 13. |
| Sowed therein the seed of hate, 684. |
| Soweth here with toil and care, 508. whatsoever a man, 1039. |
| Sowing and so good-bye, reap our, 789. |
| Sown the wind, 1027. |
| Space and time, annihilate but, 330. clear, for liberty’s white throne, 788. desolate wind-swept, 798. double life’s fading, 262. every cubic inch of, a miracle, 744. pathless realms of, 800. whose circle grazes confines of, 756. |
| Spacious firmament on high, 300. |
| Spade a spade, call a, 917. I hold, scepter of rule is the, 660. if you don’t call me a, 293. |
| Spades emblems of untimely graves, 420. |
| Spain, singed the beard of the king of, 643. |
| Spain’s chivalry, 560. |
| Spake as a child when I was a child, 1037. ful fayre, Frenche she, 1. the grisly terror, so, 229. the seraph Abdiel, 235. unto me, still small voice, 666. upon this hint I, 151. |
| Span, dwindled to the shortest, 433. grasp the ocean with my, 303. in length a, 201. less than a, 170. new, spick and, 172, 212, 978. our life is but a, 873. ye spread and, 818. |
| Spangled heavens, 300. |
| Spangles a deathless creed, its, 748. |
| Spangling the wave, 492. with lights, 492. |
| Spaniards seem wiser than they are, 166. |
| Spaniel, hound or, 148. |
| Spanish blades, ambuscadoes, 105. dominions, the sun never sets on, 495. fleet thou canst not see, 441. or neat’s leather, 213. |
| Spanking Jack was so comely, 436. |
| Spare Fast, 249. my aching sight, 383. not nor look behind, 622. that tree, woodman, 609. the beechen tree, 516. the rod, 8, 213, 262. |
| Spares the thorns, 807. |
| Spared a better man, better, 87. |
| Spareth his rod, he that, 1018. |
| Spark, illustrious, 416. instinct with music, 485. nor human, is left, 332. of beauty’s heavenly ray, 549. of celestial fire, 425. of heavenly flame, vital, 334. of that immortal fire, 549. |
| Spark. proud conceited talking, 390. |
| Sparks fly upward, as the, 1008. from the central fire, 785. of fire, eyes like, 202. of fury, why flash those, 860. |
| Sparkled was exhaled, 308. |
| Sparkling and bright, 633. cross she wore, a, 325. with a brook, 536. |
| Sparrow, caters for the, 67. fall or hero perish, 315. providence in the fall of a, 145. |
| Sparrows, salt upon the tails of, 291. team of, 31. |
| Spartan dead, remnant of our, 557. |
| Speak after the manner of men, 1036. as one who fed on poetry, you, 631. and purpose not, 146. be slow to, 1041. by the card, 143. comfort to that grief, 53. daggers to her, 139. each other in passing, 644. every man truth, 1039. from your folded papers, 689. gently ’t is a little thing, 869. grief that does not, 124. he never so rudely, 2. if any, for him have I offended, 113. in a monstrous little voice, 57. in public on the stage, 459. it profanely, not to, 137. it was my hint to, 150. labour what to, 168. let him now, 1042. lips are now forbid to, 588. long enough he will get believers, 830. losers must have leave to, 297. low if you speak love, 51. me fair in death, 65. more in a minute, 107. name which no one can, 508. of me as I am, 156. of urgent tasks, in vain I, 720. one another, we pass and, 644. or die, 90. patience, all men’s office to, 53. plain and to the purpose, 51. right on, I only, 114. something good, the worst, 205. tears that, 262. to me as to thy thinkings, 153. to the earth, 1009. to thee in friendship’s name, 523. too coldly, thou think’st I, 523. true right wrong, live pure, 677. truly, if a man should, 83. well of no man living, he can, 923. well of you, 1003. with most miraculous organ, 135. with the tongues of men, 1037. |
| Speaks an infinite deal of nothing, 60. angels listen when she, 279. in symbols, nature, 650. the truth stabs falsehood, who, 731. to my spirit of thee, 552. to the heart alone, that, 716. |
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