John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Biscuit, dry as the remainder, 68. |
| Bishop and two generals, 993. church without a, 598. hypocrisy of a, 874. |
| Bishops, bench of heedless, 380. |
| Bit me, though he had, 148. with an envious worm, 104. you if it had been a bear, 292. |
| Bite, bark worse than his, 205. dogs delight to bark and, 301. the hand that fed them, 411. the man recovered of the, 400. |
| Bites, three, of a cherry, 959. shrewdly, the air, 130. |
| Biteth like a serpent, 1020. |
| Biting for anger, eager soul, 221. |
| Bitter as coloquintida, 151. change, feels the, 228. cold, ’t is, 126. cross, on the, 82. dregs of strife, 790. end, 1045. ere long, 238. fancy, food of, 71. grave or over wise, no one, 849. is a scornful jest, 366. life, a, 790. look, some do it with a, 836. memory, wakes the, 231. o’er the flowers, some, 540, 892. past, more welcome is the sweet, 74. wind makes not thy victory vain 790. |
| Bittern booming in the weeds, 602. |
| Bitterns, London an habitation of, 602. |
| Bitterness, knoweth his own, 1018. of things, from out the, 484. |
| Bivouac of the dead, 866. thy dog would break thy, 623. |
| Blabbing and remorseful day, 94. eastern scout, 243. |
| Black and gray, friars white, 231. and midnight hags, 123. as the pit from pole to pole, 828. beetle, intolerable to a, 1049. camel death, though the, 829. customary suits of solemn, 127. despair, 564. every white will have its, 404. eyes and lemonade, 519. hung be the heavens with, 93. is a pearl in woman’s eye, 35. is not so black, 464. it stood as night, 228. let the devil wear, 138. men of Coromandel, 603. more, than ashbuds, 668. or red, bokes clothed in, 1. spirits and white, 173. to red began to turn, 213. white shall not neutralize the, 712. with tarnished gold, 456. |
| Blacks had no rights, the, 863. |
| Blackberries, plentiful as, 85. sit round it and pluck, 659. |
| Blackbird to whistle, 210. |
| Blackening stains had been removed, 788. |
| Blackguards both, 558. |
| Bladder, blows a man up like a, 85. |
| Bladders, boys that swim on, 99. |
| Blade, heart-stain away on its, 519. nothes on the, 1003. sheathes the vengeful, 459. trenchant, Toledo trusty, 211. |
| Blades grow dim with rust, brightest, 691 Spanish, 105. to Greece we give our shining, 525. two, of grass to grow, 290. |
| Blaize, lament for Madam, 400. |
| Blame, dispraise or, 242. in part to, is she, 193, 350. neither is most to, 806. |
| Blameless vestal’s lot, 333. |
| Blanch without the owner’s crime, 483. |
| Blanche, Sweetheart and Tray, 147. |
| Bland, childlike and, 813. |
| Blandishments of life, 859. will not fascinate us, 436. |
| Blank, creation’s, 860. misgivings of a creature, 478. my lord, a, 75. of Nature’s works, 230. |
| Blasphemes his feeder, 246. |
| Blasphemy in the soldier, 48. |
| Blast, a welding, 827. at the casement beats, cold, 714. chill November’s surly, 446. he died of no, 276. is frantic, though the, 819. of that dread horn, 490. of war blows in our ears, 91. rushing of the, 573. striding the, 118. upon his bugle horn, 492. |
| Blasts from hell, 130. of wind, hollow, 347. |
| Blasted, no sooner blown but, 251. with excess of light, 382. |
| Blastments, contagious, 129. |
| Blatant Bassarid of Boston, 808. |
| Blaze, burst out into sudden, 247. Liberty’s unclouded, 564. of noon, 241. |
| Blazed with lights, 109. with thunder such as seemed, 680. |
| Blazon, eternal, must not be, 131. |
| Blazoning pens, quirks of, 151. |
| Bleachers black with people, 856. |
| Bleak December, I remember it was in, 655. our lot, though, 864. |
| Bled, truest hearts that ever, 580. |
| Bleed, carcasses, at the sight of the murderer, 187. heart for which others, 294. they have torn me and I, 544. |
| Bleeding country save, my, 513. feet, with aching hands and, 753. piece of earth, 113. |
| Blend our pleasure, 472. the east and the west shall, 847. |
| Blent, good and ill together, 607. with reverence, knightly love is, 729. |
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