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99 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.
The sickening pang of hope deferr'd.— filed under Hope
Warriors! and where are warriors found, If not on martial Britain's ground? And who, when waked with note of fire, Love more than they the British lyre?— filed under Occupations-Military
O Woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou! ScoTT-Marmion. Canto VI. St. 30. Widowed wife and wedded maid.— filed under Woman
Emblem 3. Ambition is no cure for love!— filed under Ambition
O fading honours of the dead! O high ambition, lowly laid!— filed under Ambition
Rouse the lion from his lair.— filed under Animals-Horse
All things of beauty are not theirs alone Who hold the fee; but unto him no less Who can enjoy, than unto them who own, Are sweetest uses given to possess. J. G. SAXE The Beautiful. And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form, or lovelier face!— filed under Beauty
There was a soft and pensive grace, A cast of thought upon her face, That suited well the forehead high, The eyelash dark, and downcast eye;— filed under Beauty
To my Books on Parting with Them. Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!— filed under Books
Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.— filed under Bravery
And children know, Instinctive taught, the friend and foe.— filed under Childhood
The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.— filed under Circumstance
We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold. C.— filed under Clouds
Pope's trans. Contentions fierce, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause. C.— filed under Contention
O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand!— filed under Countries-Scotland
Shetland. Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand !— filed under Country, Love Of
Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!— filed under Country, Love Of
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.— filed under Country, Love Of
he died. Bayley's Life of Raleigh. P. 157. Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base, as soon as I.— filed under Courage
And dar'st thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall? ScoTT-Marmion. Canto VI. St. 14. He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.— filed under Daring
Lord Lytton's trans. Haste thee, haste thee, to be gone! Earth flits fast and time draws on: Gasp thy gasp, and groan thy groan! Day is near the breaking.— filed under Death
Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever!— filed under Death
Soon the shroud shall lap thee fast, And the sleep be on thee cast That shall ne'er know waking.— filed under Death
On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quenched the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare. Scott-Lady of The Lake. Canto I. Canto I. St. 21. Sea of upturned faces.— filed under Face
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.— filed under Fame
The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, And feeling hearts touch them but lightlypour A thousand melodies unheard before! น. SAM'L ROGERS-Human Life. L. 359. Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven.— filed under Festivities
Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain? Vain as the leaf upon the stream, And fickle as a changeful dream; Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood- Thou many-headed monster thing, Oh, who would wish to be thy king?— filed under Fickleness
*** for ne'er Was flattery lost on Poet's ear; A simple race! they waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile.— filed under Flattery
Here eglantine embalm'd the air, Hawthorne and hazel mingled there; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow bower; Fox-glove and nightshade, side by side, Emblems of punishment and pride, Group'd their dark hues with every stain The weather-beaten crags retain.— filed under Flirting
The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears; The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.— filed under Flirting
0. Lilies of the Field. The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears; The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.— filed under Flowers-Rose
Golden Legend. II. A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.— filed under Footsteps
But there's a gude time coming.— filed under Futurity
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.— filed under Glory
Last line. To that dark inn, the Grave!— filed under Gratitude
Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping.— filed under Guests
Haste, holy Friar, Haste, ere the sinner shall expire! Of all his guilt let him be shriven, And smooth his path from earth to heaven!— filed under Hair
In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.— filed under Help
Land. Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.— filed under Hope
Who, noteless as the race from which he sprung, Saved others' names, but left his own unsung.— filed under Humor
Thou knowest the maiden who ventures to kiss a sleeping man, wins of him a pair of gloves.— filed under Kisses
Yet whoop, Jack! kiss Gillian the quicker, Till she bloom like a rose, and a fig for the vicar! C.— filed under Kisses
and Fulfilment. Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.— filed under Life
Interlude Before the Monk of Casal-Maggiore. In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand. S.— filed under Listening
P. 566, Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and forever!— filed under Love
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.— filed under Love
Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star.— filed under Love
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.— filed under Love
True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven. * * * * * * It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.— filed under Love
Question. Widowed wife and wedded maid.— filed under Matrimony
Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.— filed under Merriment
Good even, good fair moon, good even to thee; I prithee, dear moon, now show to me The form and the features, the speech and degree, Of the man that true lover of mine shall be.— filed under Monuments
If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.— filed under Monuments
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor!— filed under Nature
Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer queen. ScoTT-Rokeby. Canto III. St. 16. Some touch of Nature's genial glow.— filed under Nature
Necessity-thou best of peacemakers, As well as surest prompter of invention.— filed under Necessity
Tom Goodwin was an actor-man, Old Drury's pride and boast, In all the light and spritely parts, Especially the ghost. J. G. SAXE The Ghost Player. The play bill which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.— filed under Occupations-Acting
Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.— filed under Occupations-Military
And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.— filed under Occupations-Military
Hail to the chief who in triumph advances. ScoTT-Lady of the Lake. Canto II. St. 19. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.— filed under Occupations-Military
Yet what can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?— filed under Occupations-Military
Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea.— filed under Xii
Roscoe Conkling. June, 1880. Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land?— filed under Patriotism
We Went Gypsying. Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in this vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.— filed under Pleasure
Call it not vain :-they do not err, Who say that, when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.— filed under Poets
The sun never sets on the immense empire of Charles V.— filed under Possession
Delightful praise!-like summer rose, That brighter in the dew-drop glows, The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd, For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard.— filed under Praise
Subsec. II. Blood is thicker than water.— filed under Proverbs
Fat, fair, and forty.— filed under Proverbs
Rouse the lion from his lair.— filed under Proverbs
aa. Husbandry. Washing. Scared out of his seven senses.— filed under Proverbs
Sebond. And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.— filed under Reading
But with the morning cool reflections came.— filed under Reflection
High minds, of native pride and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse! Fear, for their scourge, mean villains have, Thou art the torturer of the brave! C.— filed under Remorse
But with the morning cool repentance came.— filed under Repentance
The wind breath'd soft as lover's sigh, And, oft renew'd, seem'd oft to die, With breathless pause between, O who, with speech of war and woes, Would wish to break the soft repose Of such enchanting scene!— filed under Repose
Prophet of Khorassan, "Tis an old tale, and often told But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me!— filed under Reverence
I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as 'twas said to me.— filed under Rumor
The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Loch Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy. S.— filed under Sows
Subjects. Party Politics. Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonour'd and unsung. S.— filed under Selfishness
the Harem. And let our barks across the pathless flood Hold different courses.— filed under Ships
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.— filed under Sleep
I was not always a man of woe.— filed under Sorrow
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.— filed under Speech
Woman Who Had a Dull Husband. Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star. .— filed under Stars
Orphant Annie. I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as 'twas said to me.— filed under Story-Telling
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.— filed under Strength
He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.— filed under Success
Worth. It [true love] is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind In body and in soul can bind.— filed under Talk
Peter deny'd His Lord and cry'd. From the New England Primer. 1777. But woe awaits a country, when She sees the tears of bearded men.— filed under Tears
The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry.— filed under Tears
Time rolls his ceaseless course.— filed under Time
Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea.— filed under Twilight
Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances.— filed under Victory
"Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!" Were the last words of Marmion. ScoTT-Marmion. Canto VI. St. 32. In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying. Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.— filed under War
One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.— filed under War
Woman's faith, and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.— filed under Woman
O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!— filed under Words
We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to answer.— filed under Zeal