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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Quotes by S. James Whitcomb Riley

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

Humming-bird. And the humming-bird that hung Like a jewel up among The tilted honeysuckle horns They mesmerized and swung In the palpitating air, Drowsed with odors strange and rare, And, with whispered laughter, slipped away And left him hanging there.— filed under Birds-Humming-Bird
The ripest peach is highest on the tree.— filed under Fruits
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the Crown. It may be frail, its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storms may enter,-the rain may enter, -but the King of England cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement! WILLIAM PITT (Earl of Chatham)- Speech on the Excise Bill. Just the wee cot-the cricket's chirr- Love and the smiling face of her.— filed under Honesty
Beetle. O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.— filed under Insects-Bee
One naked star has waded through The purple shallows of the night, And faltering as falls the dew It drips its misty light.— filed under Stars
Pope's trans. An' all us other children, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun A-list'nin' to the witch tales 'at Annie tells about, An' the gobble-uns 'at gits you Ef you Don't Watch Out!— filed under Story-Telling
Worshippers. And the sun had on a crown Wrought of gilded thistledown, And a scarf of velvet vapor And a raveled rainbow gown; And his tinsel-tangled hair Tossed and lost upon the air Was glossier and flossier Than any anywhere.— filed under Summer
And the South Wind-he was dressed With a ribbon round his breast That floated, flapped, and fluttered In a riotous unrest And a drapery of mist From the shoulder to the wrist Floating backward with the motion Of the waving hand he kissed.— filed under Wind
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