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82 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.
Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf; He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself. O that they knew, these overdrest self-lovers, What hides the body oft the mind discovers.— filed under Apparel
A thing of beauty is a joy forever; Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.— filed under Beauty
Beauty is truth, truth beauty.— filed under Beauty
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music :-do I wake or sleep?— filed under Birds-Nightingale
Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown.— filed under Birds-Nightingale
Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.— filed under Birds-Nightingale
The startled bats flew out-bird after bird- The screech owl overhead began to flutter, And seem'd to mock the cry that she had heard Some dying victim utter. HOOD The Haunted House. Pt. II. St. 11. St. Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.— filed under Birds-Owl
Pope's trans. To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, -to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.— filed under Country Life
And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.— filed under Eating
To that large utterance of the early gods!— filed under Bias
The eyes of a man are of no use without the observing power. j. E. PAXTON HOOD. Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest-green, Married to green in all the sweetest flowers- Forget-me-not, - the blue bell, - and, that queen Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great, When in an Eye thou art alive with fate!— filed under Eyes
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home.— filed under Fancy
Above his head Four lily stalks did their white honours wed To make a coronal; and round him grew All tendrils green, of every bloom and hue, Together intertwined and trammell'd fresh; The vine of glossy sprout; the ivy mesh, Shading its Ethiop berries.— filed under Flirting
And O and O, The daisies blow, And the primroses are waken'd; And the violets white Sit in silver plight, And the green bud's as long as the spike end.— filed under Flirting
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.— filed under Flirting
Of primroses by shelter'd rills, And daisies on the aguish hills.— filed under Flirting
Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May.— filed under Flirting
*** the rose Blendeth its odor with the violet, - Solution sweet.— filed under Flirting
Underneath large blue-bells tented Where the daisies are rose-scented, And the rose herself has got Perfume which on earth is not.— filed under Flirting
Mirth. Young playmates of the rose and daffodil, Be careful ere ye enter in, to fill Your baskets high With fennel green, and balm, and golden pines Savory latter-mint, and columbines.— filed under Flirting
Dittany. Cunila Mariana. There blossomed suddenly a magic bed Of sacred dittany.— filed under Flowers-Daisy
It was a jasmine bower, all bestrown With golden moss.— filed under Flowers-Ivy
And in his left he held a basket full Of all sweet herbs that searching eye could cull Wild thyme, and valley-lilies whiter still Than Leda's love, and cresses from the rill.— filed under Flowers-Lotus
Not to Shut so Soone. Open afresh your round of starry folds, Ye ardent marigolds! Dry Dry up the moisture from your golden lips.— filed under Flowers-Lotus
Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.— filed under Flowers-Papaw
Flowers. Poppies. On one side is a field of drooping oats, Through which the poppies show their scarlet coats.— filed under Flowers-Poppy
The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.— filed under Flowers-Poppy
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.— filed under Flowers-Poppy
Primrose, Evening. Enothera. A tuft of evening primroses, O'er which the mind may hover till it dozes; O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep, But that 'tis ever startled by the leap Of buds into ripe flowers.— filed under Flowers-Primrose
The roses that in yonder hedge appear Outdo our garden-buds which bloom within; But since the hand may pluck them every day, Unmarked they bud, bloom, drop, and drift away. JEAN INGELOw-The Four Bridges. St. 61. The vermeil rose had blown In frightful scarlet, and its thorns outgrown Like spiked aloe.— filed under Flowers-Rose
But when, O Wells! thy roses came to me, My sense with their deliciousness was spell'd: Soft voices had they, that with tender plea Whisper'd of peace, and truth, and friendliness unquell'd.— filed under Flowers-Rose
Rose, Musk-. Rosa Moschata. I saw the sweetest flower wild nature yields, A fresh-blown musk-rose; 'twas the first that threw Its sweets upon the summer.— filed under Flowers-Rose
Roses. And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.— filed under Flowers-Rose
the Flowers. Sweetbriar. It's sides I'll plant with dew-sweet eglantine.— filed under Flowers-Rosemary
Rain-scented eglantine Gave temperate sweets to that well-wooing sun.— filed under Flowers-Rosemary
Flowers. Violets, And shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.— filed under Flowers-Violet
A filbert-hedge with wild-briar overtwined, And clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind Upon their summer thrones.— filed under Flowers-Woodbine
Psalm LVIII. Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?— filed under Hearing
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud, Sweet Hope! celestial influence round me shed, Naving thy silver pinions o'er my head.— filed under Hope
He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.— filed under Immortality
*** I long to believe in immortality. If I am destined to be happy with you herehow short is the longest life. I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.— filed under Immortality
No, no, I'm sure, My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully, espy A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.— filed under Xxxvi
the Cricket. When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run new- From hedge to hedge about the mown mead; That is the grasshopper's-he takes the lead done In summer luxury-he has never With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.— filed under Insects-Katydid
But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy?— filed under Joy
I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.— filed under Love
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is-Love, forgive us !-cinders, ashes, dust.— filed under Love
Washington Allston. Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.— filed under Bright Of Disraeli
Pope's trans. I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem, and to be given away by a Novel.— filed under Matrimony
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time.— filed under Monuments
The moon put forth a little diamond peak No bigger than an unobserved star, Or tiny point of fairy cimetar.— filed under Monuments
Familiar Subjects. Art and Life. Ere music's golden tongue Flattered to tears this aged man and poor.— filed under Music
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.— filed under Music
The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.— filed under Music
No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.— filed under Nature
Pope's trans. 'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?— filed under Night
Johnson. 1776. Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?— filed under Occupations-Hatters
Peace. The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.— filed under Peace
Virtue. Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home.— filed under Aaron Burr
Draper. A drainless shower Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power; 'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm.— filed under Poetry
The poetry of earth is never dead; * * * * * * The poetry of earth is ceasing never.— filed under Poetry
Shakespeare. O 'tis a very sin For one so weak to venture his poor verse In such a place as this.— filed under Poets
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven; We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings.— filed under Reading
You have ravished me away by a Power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you I have endeavored often "to reason against the reasons of my Love."— filed under Reason
Son of the old moon-mountains African! Stream of the Pyramid and Crocodile! We call thee fruitful, and that very while A desert fills our seeing's inward spån.— filed under Rivers-Potomac
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatcheaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core,— filed under Sows
546 SEASONS (THE)-WINTER. On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.— filed under Sows
Not much talk-a great, sweet silence. HENRY JAMES, JR. -A Bundle of Letters. Letter IV. Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.— filed under Silence
Johnson. 1775. O magte sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth! O unconfined Restraint! imprisoned liberty! great key To golden palaces.— filed under Sleep
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,- Nature's observatory-whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell. C.— filed under Solitude
He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, 66 In Provence call'd, La belle dame sans mercy."— filed under Song
How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.— filed under Sorrow
O, Sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?— filed under Sorrow
To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly : She is so constant to me, and so kind.— filed under Sorrow
E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently.— filed under Tears
Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.— filed under Thought
Thy thunder, conscious of the new command, Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house.— filed under Thunder
154. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been, Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.— filed under Travelling
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.— filed under Trees And Plants-Chestnut
Caput XVII. Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.— filed under Trees And Plants-Oak
A wife, domestic, good, and pure, Like snail, should keep within her door; But not, like snail, with silver track, Place all her wealth upon her back. W. W. How-Good Wives. He knew whose gentle hand was at the latch Before the door had given her to his eyes. aa.— filed under Wife
Dance and Provençal song and sunburnt mirth! Oh for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim. And purple-stained mouth.— filed under Wine And Spirits
Imitated from Horace. And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest The silver clouds.— filed under Zephyrs