John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Bliss, virtue only makes our, 320. which centres in the mind, 395. winged hours of, 514. |
| Blissful and dear, 521. |
| Blithe, no lark more, 427. |
| Block, chip of the old, 412. |
| Blockhead, no, ever wrote for money, 373. the bookful, 325. |
| Blood and state, glories of our, 209. beats with his, 673. beauty fires the, 273. brain may devise laws for the, 61. burns, when the, 130. clean from my hand, wash this, 120. cold in clime cold in, 549. drawn with the lash, 661. drenched in fraternal, 533. drizzled upon the Capitol, 112. dyed waters, 513. earth helped him with the cry of, 478. fierce as frenzy’s fevered, 492. flesh and, can’t bear it, 351. for by their, that land, 634. freeze thy young, 131. glories of our, 209. guiltless of his country’s, 385. hand raised to shed his, 315. harbingers of, 126. her pure and eloquent, 177. hey-day in the, 140. in an old man’s heart, 723. in him, so much, 124. in our veins, the, 824. in their dastardly veins, 525. is tame, when the, 141. is thicker than water, 493. is very snow-broth, 47. is warm within, 60. of a British man, 147. of all the Howards, 319. of the martyrs, 942. of tyrants, 990. rebellious liquors in my, 67. ruddy drop of manly, 618. savageness in unreclaimed, 133. sensations sweet felt in the, 467. sign to know the gentle, 29. so cheap, flesh and, 594. spoke in her cheeks, 177. stepped so far in, 123. stirs to rouse a lion, 84. strong as flesh and, 477. summon up the, 91. that healest with, 199. to ears of flesh and, 131. ’t was red with the, of freemen, 748. was thin and old, 623. weltering in his, 271. what potent, hath May, 616. whoso sheddeth man’s, 1004. will follow the knife, 312. with, and with iron, 806. |
| Bloods, breed of noble, 110. |
| Bloodless race with feeble voice, 337. |
| Bloodshed, fear and, 476. |
| Blood-tinctured heart, 658. |
| Bloody chasm, clasp hands across, 698. instructions, we but teach, 118. Mary, image of, 593. victory, made red by, 634. |
| Bloom and grace, marvel of, 857. and the passion is past, 850. drives full on thy, 448. is shed, seize the flower its, 451. lips he has pressed in their, 688. of young desire, 382. of youth, in the, 888. sight of vernal, 230. that kill the, 483. will, another year, 577. |
| Blooms, crimson flower of battle, 748. with statues, the world, 792. |
| Bloomed and died, the lilacs, 646. lilacs last in the door-yard, 744. up into love again, 814. |
| Blooming alone, left, 521. lyre, when ’Omer ’is, 853. |
| Blooming-tide than they, briefer, 762. |
| Blossom and bear fruit, let it, 929. as the rose, 1026. in, last spring, 799. in the dust, 209. spring up and, at last, 788. that hangs on the bough, 43. the, time, 816. to-morrow, 99. |
| Blossoms, arborett with painted, 28. armies, the people, 846. hope’s tender, 991. in the trees, 316. of my sin, cut off in the, 132. writ in, 770. |
| Blossomed charity, it, 684. for a few short hours, 653. the lovely stars, 642. |
| Blossoming, a million buds but stay their, 822. |
| Blot, art to, 329. creation’s, 860. it, can burn or, 691. know what they discreetly, 221. not one line he could wish to, 377. on his name, no, 514. where is the, 713. |
| Blotted it out forever, 379. paper, that ever, 64. |
| Blow a shepherd’s reed, just to, 611. adore the hand that gives the, 289. and swallow the same moment, 887. bless the hand that gave the, 277. bold I can meet his, 464. buds forgot to, 811. bugle blow, 672. death loves a signal, 309. freedom only deals the deadly, 459. from the south with odors sweet, 821. hand that dealt the, 514. hand that gives the, 289. himself, puff and, 808. is oft to miss the, 684. kindness tempered every, 803. liberty is in every, 450. might be the be-all, 118. |
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