John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Stone, this precious, 81. to beauty grew, the, 614. two things stand like, 783. underneath this, doth lie, 178. unhewn and cold, 955. violet by a mossy, 469. virtue is like a rich, 167. waiting for the blow, 995. walls do not a prison make, 260. we raised not a, 563. which the builders refused, 1015. |
| Stones, inestimable, 96. labour of an age, in piled, 251. music with the enamelled, 44. nor would make a state, 438. of Rome to rise, 114. of worth, like, 162. prate of my whereabout, 119. rattle his bones over the, 599. sermons in, 67. stocks and, worshipped, 252. |
| Stone’s throw, within a, 973. |
| Stone-wall Jackson, 1052. |
| Stony limits cannot hold love out, 105. |
| Stood a spell on one foot fust, 736. against my fire, 148. against the world, 113. aloof, they, 500. among them but not of them, 544. and gazed, 501. beside a cottage lone, 622. fixed to hear, 237. in Venice on the bridge of sighs, 544. sufficient to have, 230. there wondering fearing, 656. upon Achilles’ tomb, 558. |
| Stooks, she stood amid the, 592. |
| Stool, fettered to an office, 801. |
| Stools, between two, 10. push us from our, 122. trying to sit on two, 10. |
| Stoop, grief makes his owner, 79. wisdom is nearer when we, 479. |
| Stoops not, the grass, 161. to folly, lovely woman, 403. |
| Stooped to truth, 328. |
| Stop a hole, might, 144. to sound what, she please, 138. |
| Stops a moment yet the actor, 697. of various quills, 248. |
| Stopped, all the tumult, 792. |
| Stopping a bunghole, 144. |
| Store, basket and, 1006. heaven will bless your, 433. how grows in Paradise our, 569. is no sore, 11, 977. my heart and lute are all the, 525. of millet-seeds, 843. rich with little, 22. to increase his, 392. unguarded, the, 321. |
| Stores as silent thought can bring, 466. |
| Stored up in books, 254. where grapes of wrath are, 747. |
| Storied urn, can, 384. windows richly dight, 250. |
| Stories from the land of spirits, 502. great lords’, 454. long dull and old, 459. nature built many, 222. of the death of kings, 82. tall men are like houses of four, 170. |
| Storm a strife, 783. after a, comes a calm, 284. after storm, 587. and darkness, night and, 544. cable that ne’er broke in, 217. directs the, 299, 331. how fierce soe’er, no rude, 700. like gathering, 451. midway leaves the, 397. of war was gone, when the, 465. pelting of this pitiless, 147. pilot that weathered the, 464. rides upon the, 423. spoiled with fitful, 792. sublime and terrible, 462. that howls along the sky, 392. that stood the, 526. whose might can reach, 820. |
| Storms annoy, no loud, 367. give her to the god of, 688. he sought the, 267. may enter, the king cannot, 365. of fate, struggling in the, 336. of life, rainbow to the, 550. of state, broken with the, 100. |
| Stormed and tore his hair, skipper, 724. |
| Storm-waves on a stern and distant shore, 856. |
| Stormy cape, round the, 356. |
| March has come, 573. |
| North, hills of the, 571. parent, 824. sea, to be tost on the, 652. seas, enchantress of the, 613. winds do blow, 176, 515. |
| Story being done, my, 150. but that’s another, 853. flows, divine thy, 345. God bless you, 464. honour is the subject of my, 110. I have none to tell, 464. is extant, the, 138. locks in the golden, 104. ne’er had been read in, 489. of Cambuscan bold, 250. of her birth, repeats the, 300. of my life, questioned me the, 150. of our days, shuts up the, 26. rough-island, 671. softness in the upper, 737. some pretty, tell, 535. teach him how to tell my, 151. will not go down, this, 363. |
| Stout Cortez with eagle eyes, 576. courage will be put out, 26. miles, twelve, 472. not alive so, a gentleman, 87. once a month, 273. |
| Straight down the crooked lane, 593. from absolution of faithful fight, 757. out of the ark, 460. plow deep and, with all, 622. |
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