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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Conordane Index Page 350 John Bartlett

 
Toil, waste their, for a smile, 487.
who serves the immortal gods, 647.
winding up days with, 92.
with servile, 571.
without recompense, 783.
years of unrequited, 661.
Toils despair to reach, what others’, 288.
Toiled after him in vain, 366.
forgot for which he, 161.
Toilfully spin, loiter in pleasure or, 660.
Toiling upward in the night, 643.
Tokay, imperial, 380.
Told her love, she never, 75.
old tale and often, 489.
that the privileged and the people, 627.
they went and, the sexton, 595.
ye nuther, he could n’t ha’, 736.
you so, the incarnate I, 646.
Toledo trusty, blade, 211.
Tolerable and not to be endured, 52.
Tolerance, Laodicean cant, 832.
Tolerant plains, 818.
Toll for the brave, 423.
never asked for the, 590.
or tithe, no Italian priest shall, 79.
Tolled, and the sexton, the bell, 595.
Tolling a departing friend, 88.
Tom, Heaven be thy aid Poor, 578.
loves me best that calls me, 194.
or Jack, hails you, 423.
’s a-cold, poor, 147.
Tom’s food seven long year, 147.
Tomb, awakes from the, 428.
cannot bind thee, the, 624.
cradles rock us nearer to the, 309.
darkness encompass the, 535.
kings for such a, 251.
more than royal, 168.
nature cries from the, 385.
no inscription on my, 863.
of him who would have made glad the world, 622.
of the Capulets, 412.
stood upon Achilles’, 558.
threefold fourfold, 179.
Tombs, hark from the, 303.
Tommy this an’ Tommy that, 852.
Tomnoddy, my Lord, 768.
To-morrow and to-morrow, 125.
be to-day, 647.
boast not thyself of, 1021.
cheerful as to-day, 321.
death is but one more, 774.
defer not till, 295.
do thy worst, 273.
I’ll put off till, 845.
in to-day already walks, 504.
is falser than the former day, 276.
never leave that till, 360.
speed to-day to be put back, 29.
the darkest day live till, 423.
tints with prophetic ray, 550.
to fresh woods, 248.
we shall die, 1025.
will be dying, 202.
To-morrow will be the happiest time, 667.
will repay, think, 276.
To-morrows, confident, 481.
To-morrow’s sun may never rise, 295.
Tomtit, a little, 801.
Tone, dwells in that mighty, 716.
is music’s own, her every, 608.
of languid nature, 417.
ripe age gives, 768.
spirit ditties of no, 576.
with a peremptory, 415.
Tones, harp in divers, 673.
in its hollow, 562.
Tongs, shovel and, 590.
Tongue an unruly member, 1041.
bear welcome in your, 117.
braggart with my, 124.
brings in a several tale, every, 97.
came mended from that, 333.
can no man tame, 1041.
confuted by his conscience, 222.
dropped manna, 226.
fair words never hurt the, 38.
fool cannot hold his, 923.
from evil, keep thy, 1011.
give it understanding but no, 129.
give thy thoughts no, 129.
hide it under his, 1009.
his mother, 419.
in every wound of Cæsar, 114.
is an unruly evil, 1041.
is known in every clime, our, 629.
is the pen of a ready writer, 1012.
law of kindness in her, 1021.
let a fool hold his, 899.
let the candied, 137.
man that hath a, 44.
moderate the rancour of your, 860.
most dangerous spell, magic of, 632.
murder though it have no, 135.
music’s golden, 575.
my songs that found no, 651.
never eare did heare that, 23.
never repented that he held his, 921.
nor heart cannot conceive, 120.
nor speak with double, 616.
not she denied him with unholy, 864.
of dog, wool of bat and, 123.
of him that makes a jest, 56.
of midnight hath told twelve, 59.
of the mind, pen is the, 975.
outvenoms all the worms of Nile, 160.
persuasion tips his, 297.
ran on, still his, 215.
restreine and kepen wel thy, 5.
sad words of, 649.
slanderous, 344.
so varied in discourse, 511.
soul lends the, vows, 130.
sounds as a sullen bell, 88.
stopped his tuneful, 335.
such a, glad I have not, 146.
sweet morsel under his, 283.
that Shakespeare spake, 472.
the speaking, 619.