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52 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.
To-morrow let us do or die.— filed under Action
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.— filed under Angels
Like angel visits, few and far between.— filed under Angels
Johnson, 1772. Dog. His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.— filed under Animals-Dog
Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps; Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps; She, while the lovely baby unconscious lies, Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes.— filed under Awkwardness
Brougham delivered a very warm panegyric upon the ex-Chancellor, and expressed a hope that he would make a good end, although to an expiring Chancellor death was now armed with a new terror. C.— filed under Death
Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name?— filed under Fame
To bear is to conquer our fate.— filed under Fate
The meteor flag of England.— filed under Flags
Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!— filed under Flags
Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true : Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you, For ye waft me to summers of old, When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight, And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold.— filed under Flirting
Yon rose-buds in the morning dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green! BURNS TO Chloris. When love came first to earth, the Spring Spread rose-beds to receive him. C.— filed under Flowers-Rose
Water-lily. Nymphæa. What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes, Can the wild water-lily restore.— filed under Flowers-Violet
Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell! * * * * * * O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow.— filed under Freedom
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives, And in their deaths had not divided been.— filed under Friends
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name?— filed under Grace
What's hallow'd ground? Has earth a clod Its Maker mean'd not should be trod By man, the image of his God, Erect and free, Unscourged by Superstition's rod To bow the knee.— filed under Gratitude
Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.— filed under Hope
Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind, But leave,-oh! leave the light of Hope behind! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between.— filed under Hope
Heaven gives our years of fading strength Indemnifying fleetness; And those of Youth a seeming length, Proportioned to their sweetness.— filed under Life
I'll bid the hyacinth to blow, I'll teach my grotto green to be; And sing my true love, all below The holly bower and myrtle tree.— filed under Love
My love lies bleeding.— filed under Love
Without our hopes, without our fears, Without the home that plighted love endears, Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh! what were man?-a world without a sun.— filed under Man
To live in hearts we leave behind, Is not to die.— filed under Memory
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.— filed under Mountains
Whose sun-bright summit mingles with the sky.— filed under Mountains
And hears thy stormy music in the drum!— filed under Music
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.— filed under Name
Ye Mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze!— filed under Occupations-Navigation
Publication on the Present State of the Nation. To bear is to conquer our fate.— filed under Patience
Again to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance! Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree- It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.— filed under Patriotism
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.— filed under Pity
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world-a sacred gift to man.— filed under Prophecy
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.— filed under Rain
Lochiel, Lochiel! beware of the day; For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal But man cannot cover what God would reveal; 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. C.— filed under Revelation
Isar. On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Isar, rolling rapidly.— filed under Rivers-Isar
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair?— filed under Science
There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. S.— filed under Silence
But, sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. S.— filed under Sin
The world was sad! -the garden was a wild! And man, the hermit, sigh'd-till woman smiled.— filed under Solitude
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.— filed under Stars
In yonder pensile orb, and every sphere That gems the starry girdle of the year.— filed under Stars
A stoic of the woods, -a man without a tear.— filed under Tears
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.— filed under Tears
The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years like passing ages.— filed under Time
Harem. Beech. Fagus. Oh, leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!— filed under Trees And Plants-Ash
For there no yew nor cypress spread their gloom But roses blossom'd by each rustic tomb.— filed under Trees And Plants-Yew
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.— filed under War
When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.— filed under War
When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. C.— filed under Wind
The world was sad; the garden was a wild; And man, the hermit, sigh'd-till woman smiled.— filed under Woman
Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.— filed under Wooing