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179 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.
O friends, be men; so act that none may feel Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men. Think each one of his children and his wife, His home, his parents, living yet or dead. For them, the absent ones, I supplicate, And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly.— filed under Bravery
Pope's trans. True friendship's laws are by this rule express'd, Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.— filed under Friendship
The first in glory, as the first in place.— filed under Glory
He, from whose lips divine persuasion flows,— filed under Persuasion
Pope's trans. For never, never, wicked man was wise.— filed under Wisdom
Pope's trans. She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.— filed under Woman
Achilles absent, was Achilles still.— filed under Absence
day of Julia Ward Howe, May 27, 1889. A green old age, unconscious of decays, That proves the hero born in better days. C.— filed under Affliction
Few sons attain the praise of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.— filed under Ancestry
Unbless'd thy hand!-if in this low disguise Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.— filed under Angels
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts. C.— filed under Apparitions
Progress of the Soul. By occasion of Religious Death of Mistress Elizabeth Drury. Gloomy as night he stands.— filed under Appearance
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise. 'Tis more by art, than force of numerous strokes.— filed under Art
But when Aurora, daughter of the dawn, With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn.— filed under Aurora
Breakfast Table. II. A heaven of charms divine Nausicaa lay. и.— filed under Beauty
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.— filed under Benevolence
Pope's trans. In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, And poverty stood smiling in my sight.— filed under Benevolence
Pope's trans. It never was our guise To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.— filed under Benevolence
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd, In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.— filed under Blessings
Jeremiah XX. Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.— filed under Blindness
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.— filed under Bliss
Bryant's trans Without a sign his sword the brave man draws, And asks no omen but his country's cause.— filed under Bravery
Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.— filed under Change
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.— filed under Character
Pope's trans. Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.— filed under Character
Pope's trans. In death a hero, as in life a friend!— filed under Character
Pope's trans. Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.— filed under Character
Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires and most their sires' disgrace.— filed under Childhood
Breakfast Table. VI. Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.— filed under Circumstance
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend; And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.— filed under Contention
Urania. Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.— filed under Conversation
Friend, I. C. Esquire. Far from the gay cities, and the ways of men.— filed under Country Life
Window. O friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong, And let no warrior in the heat of fight Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes; For more of those who shrink from shame are safe Than fall in battle, while with those who flee Is neither glory nor reprieve from death.— filed under Courage
Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, The source of evil, one, and one of good.— filed under Alphonso The Wise
A decent boldness ever meets with friends. C.— filed under Daring
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.— filed under Daring
And they die An equal death, -the idler and the man Of mighty deeds.— filed under Death
Bryant's trans. He slept an iron sleep,- Slain fighting for his country.— filed under Death
Bryant's trans. Then Sleep and Death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.— filed under Death
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.— filed under Deceit
My hour at last has come; Yet not ingloriously or passively I die, but first will do some valiant deed, Of which mankind shall hear in after time.— filed under Deeds
Goethe. That each thing, both in small and in great, fulfilleth the task which destiny hath set down. S. HIPPOCRATES. All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.— filed under Destiny
Pope's trans. No living man can send me to the shades Before my time; no man of woman born, Coward or brave, can shun his destiny.— filed under Destiny
The best of things beyond their measure cloy.— filed under Discretion
Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.— filed under Dreams
(Ed. 1891.) And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.— filed under Drinking
Either Zeus came to earth to shew his form to thee, Phidias, or thou to heaven hast gone the god to see. Greek Anthology. I, Phœbus, sang those songs that gained so much renown I, Phœbus, sang them; Homer only wrote them down. Greek Anthology. Say, Bacchus, why so placid? What can there be In commune held by Pallas and by thee? Her pleasure is in darts and battles; thine In joyous feasts and draughts of rosy wine. Greek Anthology. Some thoughtlessly proclaim the Muses nine: A tenth is Sappho, maid divine. Greek Anthology. In saffron-colored mantle from the tides Of Ocean rose the Morning to bring light To gods and men. S.— filed under Bias
Bryant's trans. The son of Saturn gave The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount, Olympus trembled.— filed under Bias
Bryant's trans GODS (THE). Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.— filed under Bias
Bryant's trans. Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales, And the good suffers while the bad prevails.— filed under Bias
Pope's trans. Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. C.— filed under Bias
Pope's trans. The matchless Ganymede, divinely fair.— filed under Bias
Pope's trans. Where'er he moves, the goddess shone before.— filed under Bias
Content to follow when we lead the way.— filed under Example
Fathers. Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd! S.— filed under Faith
Breakfast Table. VI. Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies; And sure he will; for wisdom never lies.— filed under Falsehood
Pope's trans. Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.— filed under Falsehood
Blessed Angells. But sure the eye of time beholds no name, So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.— filed under Fame
Pope's trans. Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.— filed under Fame
Short is my date, but deathless my renown.— filed under Fame
Pope's trans. The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe.— filed under Fame
Pope's trans. The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.— filed under Fame
Toil is the lot of all, and bitter woe The fate of many.— filed under Fate
Bryant's trans. And not a man appears to tell their fate.— filed under Fate
Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below.— filed under Fate
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.— filed under Festivities
Lotos, the name; divine, nectareous juice!— filed under Flowers-Lotus
Introductory. He is a fool 39 Who only sees the mischiefs that are past. .— filed under Folly
Fortune. The bitter dregs of Fortune's cup to drain.— filed under Fortune
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.— filed under Friends
Our Classmate, F. W. C., 1864. A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows; One should our interests and our passions be, My friend must hate the man that injures me.— filed under Friendship
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails! C.— filed under Gifts
The mildest manners and the gentlest heart.— filed under Gentleness
Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will, extends his boundless grace.— filed under God
Pope's trans. O thou, whose certain eye foresees The fix'd event of fate's remote decrees.— filed under God
is Conscious of its own Power. *** Ajax the great Himself a host.— filed under Greatness
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro, In all the raging impotence of woe.— filed under Grief
Introduction. Then let him know that hatred without end Or intermission is between us two.— filed under Hatred
of Philip Henry. P. 70. Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed The woes of man; Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.— filed under Heaven
The Hermit. Ch. VIII. Light is the task when many share the toil.— filed under Help
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.— filed under Heroes
The long historian of my country's woes.— filed under History
His native home deep imag'd in his soul. и.— filed under Home
Lippo Lippi. He held his seat; a friend to human race.— filed under Humanity
Pope's trans. Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.— filed under Humanity
I live an idle burden to the ground.— filed under Idleness
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.— filed under Ignorance
Bonaparte. 'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.— filed under Immortality
Impatient straight to flesh his virgin sword.— filed under Impatience
Night. Bayard Taylor's trans. He spake, and into every heart his words Carried new strength and courage.— filed under Influence
Injustice swift, erect and unconfin'd, Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind.— filed under Injustice
the Stage. June, 1776. And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind, E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.— filed under Kindness
Pope's trans. To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.— filed under Labor
No Gaines. Our fruitless labours mourn, And only rich in barren fame return.— filed under William, Earl Of Stirling
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.— filed under Laughter
For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and Man!— filed under Life
Pope's trans, Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold; Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold, Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, Can bribe the poor possession of the day.— filed under Life
He ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear His voice, that list'ning still they seem'd to hear.— filed under Listening
Our poetry in the eighteenth century was prose; our prose in the seventeenth, poetry. J. C. and A. W. HARE-Guesses at Truth. The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is with the common mass of matter lost!— filed under Literature
For love deceives the best of woman kind.— filed under Love
Pope's trans. Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.— filed under Love
Man. Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him. HERBERT The Temple. The Church. Man, Forget the brother and resume the man.— filed under Bright Of Disraeli
Pope's trans. Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, - Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive; and successive rise.— filed under Bright Of Disraeli
Pope's trans. The fool of fate, thy manufacture, man.— filed under Bright Of Disraeli
The mildest manners with the bravest mind.— filed under Martyrdom
Old Manse. Mrs. Bullfrog. Andromache! my soul's far better part.— filed under Matrimony
Pope's trans. Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all in thee.— filed under Matrimony
The mind is like a sheet of white paper in this, that the impressions it receives the oftenest, and retains the longest, are black ones. J. C. and A. W. HARE-Guesses at Truth. A faultless body and a blameless mind.— filed under Mind
Pope's trans. And bear unmoy'd the wrongs of base mankind, The last, and hardest, conquest of the mind.— filed under Mind
Pope's trans. Whose little body lodged a mighty mind,— filed under Mind
Breakfast-Table. III. This, this is misery! the last, the worst, That man can feel.— filed under Misery
But strong of limb And swift of foot misfortune is, and, far Outstripping all, comes first to every land, And there wreaks evil on mankind, which prayers Do afterwards redress.— filed under Misfortune
Now from the smooth deep ocean-stream the sun Began to climb the heavens, and with new rays Smote the surrounding fields.— filed under Morning
Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood; On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.— filed under Mountains
Forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd.— filed under Mourning
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light, And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.— filed under Night
And o'er the past oblivion stretch her wing.— filed under Obscurity
He slept an iron sleep,- Slain fighting for his country.— filed under Occupations-Military
Bryant's trans. Take thou thy arms and come with me, For we must quit ourselves like men, and strive To aid our cause, although we be but two. Great is the strength of feeble arms combined, And we can combat even with the brave.— filed under Occupations-Military
Bryant's trans. The sex is ever to a soldier kind.— filed under Occupations-Military
May 20, 1868. So peaceful shalt thou end thy blissful days, And steal thyself from life by slow decays.— filed under Peace
Pope's trans. Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.— filed under Persuasion
Porch. To write a verse or two, is all the praise That I can raise. HERBERT The Church. Praise. For dear to gods and men is sacred song. Self-taught I sing; by Heaven and Heaven alone, The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.— filed under Poetry
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.— filed under Praise
Pope's trans. Praise me not too much, Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks Who know me.— filed under Praise
Bozzaris. Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs Of coming mischief is thy great delight, Good dost thou ne'er foretell nor bring to pass.— filed under Prophecy
France. The belly is the commanding part of the body. cc.— filed under Iii
While you seek to avoid Charybdis you fall upon Scylla. hh.— filed under Alexander Severus
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof From sharp contentions.— filed under Prudence
Thou wilt lament Hereafter, when the evil shall be done And shall admit no cure.— filed under Regret
For when two Join in the same adventure, one perceives Before the other how they ought to act; While one alone, however prompt, resolves More tardily and with a weaker will.— filed under Resolution
For too much rest itself becomes a pain.— filed under Rest
1868 And would'st thou evil for his good repay?— filed under Retaliation
Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.— filed under Revenge
The rule Of the many is not well. One must be chief In war and one the king. C.— filed under Royalty
The ruins of himself! now worn away With age, yet still majestic in decay.— filed under Ruin
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.— filed under Shame
Syght, Out of Mynde. And every eye Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.— filed under Sight
Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.— filed under Silence
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.— filed under Slander
Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.— filed under Slavery
Then Sleep and Death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.— filed under Sleep
A happier lot were mine, If I must lose thee, to go down to earth, For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,- Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none, And no dear mother.— filed under Sorrow
Bryant's trans. Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.— filed under Sorrow
And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.— filed under Sorrow
And endless are the modes of speech, and far Extends from side to side the field of words.— filed under Speech
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears.— filed under Storm
And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.— filed under Story-Telling
Pope's trans. I hate To tell again a tale once fully told.— filed under Story-Telling
Bryant's trans. Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.— filed under Story-Telling
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.— filed under Strength
Pope's trans. Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.— filed under Strength
And taste The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.— filed under Suicide
Zephyrs to the Island of Pleasure. Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow For other's good, and melt at other's woe.— filed under Sympathy
No season now for calm, familiar talk.— filed under Talk
Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow, For thee, that ever felt another's woe! S.— filed under Tears
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.— filed under Tongues
Of Travelling. Maxim IV. One who journeying Along a way he knows not, having crossed A place of drear extent, before him sees A river rushing swiftly toward the deep, And all its tossing current white with foam, And stops and turns, and measures back his way.— filed under Travelling
Fig. Ficus. Close by a rock, of less enormous height, Breaks the wild waves, and forms a dangerous strait; Full on its crown, a fig's green branches rise, And shoot a leafy forest to the skies.— filed under Trees And Plants-Chestnut
I too Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.— filed under Trust
There with commutual zeal we both had strove In acts of dear benevolence and love; Brothers in peace, not rivals in command. L.— filed under Unity
I war not with the dead.— filed under War
Pope's trans. Our business in the field of fight Is not to question, but to prove our might.— filed under War
C. Pope's trans, So ends the bloody business of the day.— filed under War
Pope's trans. The chance of war Is equal, and the slayer oft is slain.— filed under War
A mass enormous! which, in modern days No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise. S.— filed under Weakness
Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.— filed under Wealth
Know from the bounteous heavens all riches flow; And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.— filed under Wealth
Pope's trans. These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!— filed under Wealth
and Bright. And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.— filed under Wine And Spirits
Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But, wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice, A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.— filed under Wisdom
Pope's trans. How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!— filed under Wisdom
Pope's trans In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare!— filed under Wisdom
O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.— filed under Woman
Pope's trans. What mighty woes To thy imperial race from woman rose.— filed under Woman
Familiar Subjects. Art and Life. Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd. S.— filed under Words
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies, Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise. The work she plyed, but, studious of delay, Each following night reversed the toils of day.— filed under Work
'Tis fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.— filed under Worth
Immortality in Youth. Ah, youth! forever dear, forever kind.— filed under Youth