John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Think there is nothing but immortality, I, 745. they talk who never, 287. this gross hard-seeming, 682. those that, must govern, 395. those who greatly, 335. to, more happy thou, 589. to-morrow will repay, 276. too little and talk too much, 268. what you and other men, 110. would not, any duty small, 760. |
| Thinks like a sage, 632. most acts the best, who, 65. says nor, 793. shows what he, 102. too much, he, 111. what ne’er was, 323. who, must mourn, 289. |
| Thinker, many a man fails to become, because his memory is too good, 997. |
| Thinketh in his heart, as he, 1020. let him that, he standeth, 1037. |
| Thinking, above the fog in private, 730. being, man a, 534. few, how few think justly of the, 534. is an idle waste of thought, 517. makes it so, 134. of the days that are no more, 673. on fantastic summer’s heat, 81. on the frosty Caucasus, 81. plain living and high, 472. reed, man is but a, 984. souls, thought of, 582. the day most splendid, I was, 745. their own kisses sin, 108. things, impels all, 467. this globe enough, I was, 745. with too much, 321. |
| Thinkings, speak to me as to thy, 153. |
| Thin-spun life, slits the, 247. |
| Thirst amidst a sea of waves, 345. bereavement pain, 783. if he, give him drink, 1036. more you drink more you, 685. of praise, 414. where a man can raise a, 852. |
| Thirsteth still, drinking, 777. |
| Thirsty earth soaks up the rain, 260. fly, busy curious, 859. soul, cold waters to a, 1020. |
| Thirteen, maids of, 78. |
| Thirty days hath September, 870. man a fool at, 307. on the wrong side of, 292. |
| This above all, 130. all this was in the olden, 655. be the verse, 830. is a cock, 974. is my world, 776. is not my true country, 742. is petrified truth, 795. or that, without or, 322. that it should come to, 128. the most gifted poet, 726. was a man, say to all the world, 115. was the truest warrior, 726. |
| Tho’ now each spot looks drear, 597. yet, thy smile be lost, 597. |
| Thomb of gold parde, he had a, 2. |
| Thorn, beneath the milk-white, 447. crowned with, 771. in the flesh, 1038. of experience, 739. primrose peeps beneath the, 398. rose without the, 203, 232. that guards the roses, 774. this crown of, 844. why choose the rankling, 991. withering on the virgin, 57. |
| Thorns for flowers, 771. forever be a crown of, 583. he that plants, 878. little wilful, 672. pricked by the, 877. rosebud with wilful, 672. that in her bosom lodge, 132. the, he spares, 807. the rose with all its, 776. touched by the, 520. under a pot, crackling of, 1022. which I have reaped, the, 544. |
| Thornless growth, 776. |
| Thorny way, steep and, 129. |
| Those angel faces smile, 607. immortal dead who live again, 730. that have wealth must, 588. that think must govern, 395. who can not read can rule, 683. who inflict must suffer, 566. who know thee not, 437. |
| Thou alone art there, and, 610. animated torrid-zone, 617. art all beauty, 295. art dear, to memory, 597. art gone from my gaze, 596. art gone to the grave, 535. art so full of misery, 666. art the man, 1007. art the whole wide world to me, 821. art to me a delicious torment, 619. art, wert less mighty than, 717. canst not say I dit it, 122. dost mock at fate and care, 617. keep, my feet I do not ask, 607. lead, me on, 607. more happy, hadst been, 589. my fond affection, hast seen, 589. present to my mind appearest, 596. wert by, and wish that, 597. wert O Lord too great, 717. wert scattered to the wind, 666. |
| Though I am no judge of such matters, 609. I say it that should not, 198. lions to their enemies, 627. lost to sight, 596. thy path be dark as night, 702. |
| Thought, adds strength to the, 312. all objects of all, 467. all things without care or, 757. almost say her body, 177. alone is eternal, 780. an intolerable, that he, 663. and amiable words, high, 681. |
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