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19 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.

Pope's trans. The love of moral beauty, and that retention of the spirit of youth, which is implied by the indulgence of a poetical taste, are evidences of good disposition in any man, and argue well for the largeness of his mind in other respects.— filed under Character

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace.— filed under Dreams

O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.— filed under Fish

We are Lilies fair, The flower of virgin light; Nature held us forth, and said, "Lo! my thoughts of white."— filed under Flowers-Lily

We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake, and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious beauty show.— filed under Flowers-Poppy

We are blushing Roses, Bending with our fulness, 'Midst our close-capp'd sister buds, Warming the green coolness.— filed under Flowers-Rose

Wild-rose, Sweetbriar, Eglantine, All these pretty names are mine, And scent in every leaf is mine, And a leaf for all is mine, And the scent-Oh, that's divine! Happy-sweet and pungent fine, Pure as dew, and pick'd as wine.— filed under Flowers-Rosemary

We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,- Such our breath and blueness is.— filed under Flowers-Violet

Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.— filed under Insects-Katydid

If you become a Nun, dear, The bishop Love will be; The Cupids every one, dear! Will chant-' We trust in thee!'— filed under Love

And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.— filed under Name

Window in a Journey to Scotland. An exquisite invention this, Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,- This art of writing billet-doux- In buds, and odors, and bright hues! In saying all one feels and thinks In clever daffodils and pinks; In puns of tulips; and in phrases, Charming for their truth, of daisies.— filed under Occupations-Painting

Flowers. Growing one's own choice words and fancies In orange tubs, and beds of pansies; One's sighs and passionate declarations, In odorous rhetoric of carnations.— filed under Occupations-Painting

Holy War. Epistle Dedicatory. Yon second-hand bookseller is second to none in the worth of the treasures which he dispenses.— filed under Occupations-Printing

Pope's trans. O for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees, and sparkling with a brook.— filed under Peace

Patience and Gentleness is Power.— filed under Power

Nile. It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream.— filed under Rivers-Potomac

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel, writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said- "What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head, And, with a look made all of sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."— filed under Visions

The Author to His Book. Prefix to Apology for Actors. There are two worlds; the world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world that we feel with our hearts and imaginations.— filed under Work