John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Brightly breaks the morning, 864. smile and sweetly sing, 563. |
| Brightness, amazing, 280. lost her original, 225. purity and truth, 280. |
| Brignall banks are wild, 492. |
| Brilliant Frenchman, 414. like chrysophrase glowing, 635. |
| Brillig, ’t was, 782. |
| Brim, bubbles that swim on the beaker’s, 633. pleasure drown the, 73. sparkles near the, 542. |
| Brimstone bed, from his, 507. |
| Brine, oh give me the flashing, 714. |
| Bring again my heart’s content, 770. me to the test, 141. roses beautiful fresh roses, 751. that chance will, us through, 754. the day, sweet Phosphor, 203. the rathe primrose, 247. thy balm for eyes grown weary, 764. your wounded hearts, 524. |
| Brings its word and deed, each crisis, 650. the constant sun, but, 715. |
| Bringer of that joy, 59. of unwelcome news, 88. |
| Bringing him to his own, 811. |
| Bring’st down the gentle dew, 751. the summer nigh, 790. |
| Brisk and giddy-placed times, 75. as a bee in conversation, 369. |
| Britain at Heaven’s command, 358. where now is, 602. |
| Britain’s monarch uncovered sat, 352. |
| Britannia needs no bulwarks, 514. rules the waves, 358. |
| Brither, like a vera, 451. |
| British isles, the little speck, 690. man, smell the blood of, 147. manhood, piece of, 582. oak, shadow of the, 410. public in a fit of morality, 601. soldier, the, 537. stare, with a stony, 677. |
| Briton even in love should be a subject, 485. |
| Britons never shall be slaves, 358. true, and while we’re, 867. |
| Broad blown all his crimes, 139. earth of ours, in this, 742. is the way, 1031. river ebbed and flowed, 646. |
| Broad-based upon her people’s will, 665. |
| Broad-brimmed hat, 352. |
| Broadcloth without, 422. |
| Broader mark, nearer and a, 776. |
| Brogues, my clouted, 160. |
| Broil and battle, feats of, 150. |
| Broke the die, nature, 552. the good meeting, 122. |
| Broken, as an egg when, 636. in heart, hymn of the, 746. into shards if we offend, 691. not, in from the birth, 603. reed, this, 1026. |
| Broken with the stroms of state, 100. |
| Broken-hearted, half, 539. ne’er been, 452. you hoped we were both, 806. |
| Brokenly bright, 767. live on, 543. |
| Bronze is the mirror of the form, 882. |
| Brood, what use to, 683. |
| Broods and sleeps on his own heart, 471. |
| Brook and river meet, where, 614. as thou these ashes little, 483. can see no moon but this, the, 521. falls scattered down, the, 501. fast by a, 428. I could not hear, the, 664. is deep, where the, 93. noise like of a hidden, 499. Siloa’s, 223. sparkling with a, 536. that turns a mill, 455. the weather, many can, 55. treble of, bud and tree, 788. |
| Brooks, are drenched sands, 775. books in the running, 67. in Vallombrosa, 224. make rivers, 274. moon looks on many, 521. murmuring near the running, 471. panteth after the water, 1012. shallow, and rivers wide, 248. sloping into, 536. |
| Brook’s motion, ’t is the, 716. |
| Brooked the eternal devil, 110. |
| Brook-side, I wandered by the, 664. |
| Broom, new, sweeps clean, 16. |
| Broomstick, write finely upon a, 294. |
| Brother, a friend and, 771. am I not a man and a, 1044. bear with your own, 929. call my, back to me, 571. do not stumble, courage, 702. every author would his, kill, 258. exquisite to relieve a, 447. followed brother, fast has, 486. hurt my, 145. in dealing with a, 880. my father’s, 128. near the throne, no, 327. no author even spared a, 349. no friend, no, there, 540. of death, sleep the, 878. of the angle, 207. of the sky, 343. resume the man and forget the, 343. sleep, death and his, 567. souls, my friends and, 682. sticketh closer than a, 1019. to death, sleep, 39. to his sister, as a, 52. we are both in the wrong, 348. you called me, 160. |
| Brothers, all the, of my father’s house, 76. all valiant, 1044. counterfeit presentment of two, 140. forty thousand, 144. in distress, affliction’s sons are, 447. |
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