John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Beauty smile from partial, 513. smiling in her tears, 513. soon grows familiar, 298. stands in the admiration, 240. such, as a woman’s eye, 55. that’s born for an hour, 850. ther’s too much, 850. there is music in the, 218. they grew in, 570. thou art all, 295. though injurious, 242. to die for, 616. to sport with, 525. truly blent, 74. upon the cheek of night, 105. vanishes like a vapor, 798. waking or asleep, 235. where truth and, grow, 823. which old Greece or Rome, 650. winds of March with, 77. with thee in beauty can, 755. |
| Beauty’s chain, hour with, 525. ears, gem that hangs from, 424. ensign is crimson, 109. heavenly ray, 549. perfect round, 824. |
| Beaux, where none are, 377. |
| Beaver on, Harry with his, 86. |
| Becalmed at eve, as ships, 727. |
| Because they have no law, no lust, 680. thou strikest as a knight, 678. |
| Beckoning ghost, 335. shadows dire, 243. |
| Beckons I follow, it, 764. me away, a hand which, 314. |
| Becks and wreathed smiles, 248. |
| Becomes him ill, nothing, 55. the throned monarch, 64. |
| Becoming mirth, limit of, 55. |
| Bed at Ware, 305. betwixt a wall, feather, 211. born in, in bed we die, 980. bravely thou becomest thy, 159. by night, 397. daystar in the ocean, 248. delicious bed, 593. early to rise, early to, 360. from his brimstone, 507. go sober to, 184. goes to, mellow, 184. goes to, sober, 184. gravity out of his, 85. holy angels guard thy, 302. hue as red as the rosy, 633. lies in his, 79. made his pendent, 117. mighty large, 305. no use in my going to, 590. of death, faith kneeling by his, 40. of death, smooth the, 328. of down, my thrice-driven, 151. of honour, 212, 305. on glory’s brightest, 580. on my grave as now my, 218. they died, in, 792. up in my, now, 592. we laugh in bed, we cry in, 980. |
| Bed, welcome to your gory, 450. with the lamb, to, 33. with the lark, to, 454. |
| Beds of raging fire, from, 228. of roses, make thee, 41. |
| Beddes hed, lever han at his, 1. |
| Bedfellows, strange, 43. |
| Bedtime, would it were, 87. |
| Bee, brisk as a, 369. buried in its own juice, 168. busy as a, 33. enclosed in amber, 908. had stung it newly, 256. lurks a cruel, 809. not good for the, 950. the little busy, 302. where sucks the, 43. would choose to dream in, 633. |
| Bees, banks furnished with, 380. crowds of, are giddy with clover, 749. his helmet, a hive for, 25. murmuring of innumerable, 673. rob the Hybla, 115. the government of, 968. |
| Beechen tree, spare the, 516. |
| Beef of England, roast, 363. |
| Beehive’s hum, 455. |
| Been and may be again, 473. as things have, they remain, 726. fall from the days that have, 631. for what has, and is not, 729. forgot in the hatred of a, 654. here before, I have, 769. more happy thou hadst, 589. that the world had never, 759. what has been has, 274. who that hath ever, 497. |
| Beer, bemus’d in, 326. chronicle small, 151. felony to drink small, 94. poor creature small, 89. small, that questionable superfluity, 612. |
| Beersheba, Dan to, 379, 1006. |
| Beetle booms adown the glooms, 833. intolerable to a black, 1049. that we tread upon, 48. three-man, 88. |
| Beeves and home-bred kine, 474. |
| Befalls a soul, 775. |
| Befell at forty-odd, 595. |
| Before and after, looking, 142. come after which was, 212. dreams no mortal ever dreamed, 656. fantastic terrors never felt, 656. he shakes the stars down, 730. her on a shutter, borne, 697. his eyes, lies all, 686. not lost but gone, 283, 654. souls gone, 804. that which is gone, 938. the better foot, 80. the beginning of years, 804. the bird can fly, break, 682. the thing we may, 760. the whole world, 984. us, little we know what lays, 602. |
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