The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Every quotation a nineteenth-century speaker or writer might want, grouped under its subject, with the author, the date and the source given as exactly as Hoyt could manage.

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

de Sebonde. Hail, blest Confusion! here are met All tongues, and times, and faces; The Lancers flirt with Juliet, The Brahmin talks of races;— filed under Amusements
And when religious sects ran mad, He held, in spite of all his learning, That if a man's belief is bad, It will not be improved by burning.— filed under Belief
I know the romance, since it's over, 'Twere idle, or worse, to recall ;- I know you're a terrible rover; But, Clarence, you'll come to our ball.— filed under Dancing
I saw her at a country ball; There when the sound of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet in that old hall, Of hands across and down the middle, Hers was the subtlest spell by far Of all that sets young hearts romancing: She was our queen, our rose, our star; And when she danced-oh, heaven, her dancing!— filed under Dancing
Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some before the Speaker.— filed under Falsehood
I remember, I remember How my childhood fleeted by,- The mirth of its December, And the warmth of its July.— filed under Memory
He was a shrewd and sound divine Of loud Dissent the mortal terror; And when, by dint of page and line, He 'stablished Truth, or startled Error, The Baptist found him far too deep, The Deist sighed with saving sorrow, And the lean Levite went to sleep And dreamt of eating pork to-morrow.— filed under Occupations-Preaching
His sermon never said or showed That Earth is foul, that Heaven is gracious, Without refreshment on the road From Jerome, or from Athanasius. And sure a righteous zeal inspired, The hand and head that penned and planned them, For all who understood, admired- And some who did not understand them.— filed under Occupations-Preaching
I think while zealots fast and frown, And fight for two or seven, That there are fifty roads to town, And rather more to Heaven. น.— filed under Religion
His talk was like a stream which runs With rapid change from rock to roses; It slipped from politics to puns; It passed from Mahomet to Moses; Beginning with the laws that keep The planets in their radiant courses, And ending with some precept deep For dressing eels or shoeing horses.— filed under Talk
V. Apollo has peeped through the shutter, And awaken'd the witty and fair; The boarding-school belle's in a flutter, The breath twopenny post's in despair; The breath of the morning is flinging of the morning is flinging A magic on blossom and spray, And cockneys and sparrows are singing In chorus on Valentine's day.— filed under Valor
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