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13 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.
Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.— filed under Character
They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty.— filed under Country, Love Of
Ep. II. Come to the bridal-chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels, For the first time, her first-born's breath! Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke!— filed under Death
Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet-song, and dance and wine; And thou art terrible, -the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.— filed under Death
Bozzaris. Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death.— filed under Death
One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.— filed under Fame
GRAVE (THE). Such graves as his are pilgrim shrines, Shrines to no code or creed confined,-- The Delphian vales, the Palestines, The Meccas of the mind.— filed under Gratitude
IX. (Ed. 1891.) There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.— filed under Heart
Introduction. But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.— filed under Heroes
This bank-note world.— filed under Money
Lord Stafford mines for coal and salt, The Duke of Norfolk deals in malt, The Douglas in red herrings..— filed under Occupations-Mercantile
Sept. 22, 1776.) STEWART'S Life of Capt. Nathan Hale. Ch. VII. Strike-for your altars and your fires; Strike-for the green graves of your sires; God-and your native land!— filed under Patriotism
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.— filed under Prophecy