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19 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.
Th' oppressive, sturdy, man-destroying villains, Who ravag'd kingdoms, and laid empires waste, And in a cruel wantonness of power, Thinn'd states of half their people, and gave up To want the rest.— filed under Tyranny
Like those of angels, short and far between.— filed under Angels
Who gather round, and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly, That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand O'er some new-open'd grave; and, (strange to tell!) Evanishes at crowing of the cock.— filed under Apparitions
The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.— filed under Courage
Sure 'tis a serious thing to die! My soul! What a strange moment must it be, when, near Thy journey's end, thou hast the gulf in view! That awful gulf, no mortal e'er repass'd To tell what's doing on the other side.— filed under Death
'Tis long since Death had the majority.— filed under Death
How shocking must thy summons be, O Death! To him that is at ease in his possessions : Who, counting on long years of pleasure here, Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come!— filed under Abd-El-Kader
The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame. Die fast away: only themselves die faster. The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard, Those bold insurancers of deathless fame, Supply their little feeble aids in vain.— filed under Fame
Prophet of Khorassan. Cowslip. Primula. Smiled like yon knot of cowslips on a cliff.— filed under Flowers-Clover
Wm. Penn's Treaty with the Indians. Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.— filed under Friendship
Goodness of Nature. The good he scorned Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between.— filed under Goodness
The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.— filed under Gratitude
The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride, And wonder of the world, whose spiky top Has wounded the thick cloud.— filed under Monuments
When it draws near to witching time of night.— filed under Night
See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle, Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole A gentle tear.— filed under Occupations-Undertakers
Ye undertakers, tell us, 'Midst all the gorgeous figures you exhibit, Why is the principal conceal'd, for which You make this mighty stir?— filed under Occupations-Undertakers
But if there be an hereafter, And that there is, conscience, uninfluenc'd And suffer'd to speak out, tells every man, Then must it be an awful thing to die; More horrid yet to die by one's own hand.— filed under Suicide
Our time is fixed, and all our days are num ber'd; How long, how short, we know not:-this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permis sion.— filed under Suicide
Yew. Taxus. Careless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell 'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms: Where light-heel'd ghosts and visionary shades, Beneath the wan, cold Moon (as Fame re ports) Embodied, thick, perform their mystic rounds. No other merriment, dull tree! is thine.— filed under Trees And Plants-Yew