John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Three-tailed Bashaw, 454. |
| Threshold of the new world, 221. |
| Thrice flew thy shaft, 306. he assayed, 225. he routed all his foes, 271. he slew the slain, 271. is he armed, 94. my peace was slain, 306. their weight in gold, 456. |
| Thrice-driven bed of down, 151. |
| Thrift may follow fawning, 137. thrift Horatio, 128. |
| Thriftless ambition, 120. provident or the drunken sober, 720. |
| Thrill, glory’s, is o’er, 519. of a happy voice, 723. the deepest notes of woe, 452. |
| Thrilled me filled me with fantastic, 656. |
| Thrilling pulse through me, sends a, 640. |
| Thrives for long upon, none, 757. |
| Thro’, as, the fields we roved, 597. |
| Throat, amen stuck in my, 119. of war, brazen, 240. put a knife to thy, 1020. scuttled ship or cut a, 557. straining his, 399. to feel the fog in my, 711. |
| Throats, cutting foreign, 105. engines whose rude, 154. |
| Throbs of fiery pain, 367. |
| Throe, never grudge the, 710. |
| Throne, and I make my, 660. footsteps of a, 26. here is my, bid kings come bow to it, 79. light which beats upon a, 677. like a burnished, 157. loafing around the, 811. my bosom’s lord sits lightly in his, 108. nearer the great white, 758. night from her ebon, 306. no brother near the, 327. of kings, this royal, 81. of rocks in a robe of clouds, 553. of royal state, high on a, 226. sapphire blaze the living, 382. shake hands with a king upon his, 563. shape the whisper of the, 675. something behind the, 364. space for liberty’s white, 788. through slaughter to a, 385. two kings of Brentford on one, 417. wrong forever on the, 732. |
| Thrones and globes elate, 438. dominations princedoms, 235. whose stakes were, 555. |
| Throned monarch, 64. on her hundred isles, 544. |
| Throng into my memory, 243. lowest of your, 234. of lies, from out the, 791. |
| Through an alley titanic of cypress, 656. creeks and inlets making, 727. |
| Through every season dearest, 596. love to light, 821. out of the skies as I came, 759. the balmy air of night, 655. the dim halls of night, 613. no ray of light and joy canst, 731. |
| Throw physic to the dogs, 125. within a stone’s, 973. |
| Throws, wise player ought to accept his, 883. |
| Thrummed, I was ne’er so, 182. |
| Thrush sings each song twice over, 708. your song is sweet, 791. |
| Thrushes sang, so sweet as, 791. |
| Thumb at the world, bite my, 778. miller’s golden, 2. sought refreshment from his, 818. |
| Thumbs, pricking of my, 123. sealed their letters with their, 460. |
| Thumping on your back, 423. |
| Thumps upon the back, 312. |
| Thunder, doors grate harsh, 229. heard remote, 227. in a fair frosty day, 266. in his lifted hand, 267. Jove’s power to, 103. leaps the live, 544. lightning or in rain, 115. loud roared the dreadful, 453. on stride on democracy, 743. purr to sleep with, 796. shall not hurt you, 854. steal my, 282. such as seemed shoutings, 680. |
| Thunders in the index, 140. leashed, gathering for their leap, 739. of white silence, 658. rattle, and the loud, 623. |
| Thunderbolts, with all your, 114. |
| Thunder-harp of pines, 775. |
| Thundering sound, 395, 397. to the moon, 358. |
| Thunder-storm against the wind, 546. |
| Thus let me live unseen unknown, 334. why is this, 787. |
| Thusness, the reason for this, 787. |
| Thy will not mine be done, father, 630. |
| Thwack, with many a stiff, 211. |
| Thyme, pun-provoking, 380. where the wild, blows, 58. |
| Tiber, not a drop of allaying, 103. |
| Tickle the earth with a hoe, 612. your catastrophe, 89. |
| Tickled with a straw, 318. |
| Tide and wind stay no man, 10. as moving seems asleep, 685. in the affairs of men, 115. no man can tether time or, 451. of love, pity swells the, 308. of successful experiment, 435. of the years, 783. of times, lived in the, 113. river ebbed and flowed the, 646. tarrieth for no man, 10. the, comes with a shout, 837. turning of the, 91. |
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