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16 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.
With one hand he put A penny in the urn of poverty, And with the other took a shilling out.— filed under Deceit
Who grasp'd at earthly fame, Grasped wind: nay, worse, a serpent grasped that through His hand slid smoothly, and was gone; but left A sting behind which wrought him endless pain.— filed under Fame
But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend; Sweet always, sweetest heard in loudest storm. Some I remember, and will ne'er forget.— filed under Friends
For all are friends in heaven, all faithful friends; And many friendships in the days of time Begun, are lasting here, and growing still.— filed under Friends
Friends given by God in mercy and in love; My counsellors, my comforters, and guides; My joy in grief, my second bliss in joy; Companions of my young desires; in doubt My oracles; my wings in high pursuit. Oh! I remember, and will ne'er forget Our meeting spots, our chosen sacred hours; Our burning words, that utter'd all the soul, Our faces beaming with unearthly love ;- Sorrow with sorrow sighing, hope with hope Exulting, heart embracing heart entire.— filed under Friends
He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven To serve the Devil in.— filed under Hypocrisy
On his weary couch Fat Luxury, sick of the night's debauch, Lay groaning, fretful at the obtrusive beam That through his lattice peeped derisively.— filed under Man
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept Essential love.— filed under Mercy
He sat among his bags, and, with a look Which hell might be ashamed of, drove the poor Away unalmsed; and midst abundance died- Sorest of evils!-died of utter want.— filed under Misers
He touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced, As some vast river of unfailing source, Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed, And opened new fountains in the human heart.— filed under Music
He laid his hand upon "the Ocean's mane," And played familiar with his hoary locks.— filed under Ocean
Now I lay me down to take my sleep, I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep; If I should die before I wake, I pray thee, Lord, my soul to take. u. From the New England Primer. 1814. He pray'd by quantity, And with his repetitions, long and loud, All knees were weary.— filed under Prayer
Most wondrous book: bright candle of the Lord! Star of Eternity! The only star By which the bark of man could navigate The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss Securely.— filed under Scripture
Riley's trans. 'Twas slander filled her mouth with lying words; Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin.— filed under Slander
Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy.— filed under Sorrow
Sweet tears! the awful language, eloquent Of infinite affection; far too big For words.— filed under Tears