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.
32 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.
Whom my very soul abhors. Act IV. 0. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Sc. 3. L. 17. *** make the abhorrent eye Roll back and close.— filed under Abhorrence
Moving accidents by flood and field. Othello. Act 1. Sc. 3. L. 135. The chapter of accidents is the longest chapter in the book. Attributed to JOHN WILKES by— filed under Accident
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.— filed under Affliction
"You are old, Father William," the young man cried, "The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father William, -a hearty old man: Now tell me the reason, I pray."— filed under Affliction
Death! to the happy thou art terrible; But how the wretched love to think of thee, O thou true comforter! the friend of all Who have no friend beside!— filed under Death
From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the world, And see how his stock went on.— filed under Dew
Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith.— filed under Distrust
What a world were this How unendurable its weight, if they Whom Death hath sundered did not meet again!— filed under Gain
The solitary Bee Whose buzzing was the only sound of life, Flew there on restless wing, Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.— filed under Insects-Bee
'Twas a light that made Darkness itself appear A thing of comfort.— filed under Light
And when my own Mark Antony Against young Cæsar strove, And Rome's whole world was set in arms. The cause was, -all for love.— filed under Love
They sin who tell us Love can die: With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell.— filed under Love
Mr. Dundas. Where Washington hath left His awful memory A light for after times! S.— filed under Memory
Stella. Sonnet XXXI. The Moon arose: she shone upon the lake, Which lay one smooth expanse of silver light; She shone upon the hills and rocks, and cast Upon their hollows and their hidden glens A blacker depth of shade.— filed under Monuments
And last of all an Admiral came, A terrible man with a terrible name,一 A name which you all know by sight very well; But which no one can speak, and no one can spell.— filed under Nature
How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud nor speck nor stain Breaks the serene of heaven.— filed under Night
She comes majestic with her swelling sails, The gallant Ship: along her watery way, Homeward she drives before the favouring gales; Now flirting at their length the streamers play, And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze.— filed under Occupations-Navigation
Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.— filed under Ocean
Ye who dwell at home, Ye do not know the terrors of the main.— filed under Opinion
Prayer. Four things which are not in thy treasury, I lay before thee, Lord, with this petition :- My nothingness, my wants, My sins, and my contrition.— filed under Prayer
A rainbow in the morning Is the Shepherd's warning; But a rainbow at night Is the Shepherd's delight. Old Weather Rhyme. What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven? ScoTT-Marmion. Canto VI. St. 5. Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting.— filed under Reading
Green moss shines there with ice encased; The long grass bends its spear-like form; And lovely is the silvery scene When faint the sun-beams smile.— filed under Sows
Thou hast been called, O Sleep, the friend of Woe, But 'tis the happy who have called thee so.— filed under Sleep
And as, when all the summer trees are seen So bright and green, The Holly leaves a sober hue display Less bright than they, But when the bare and wintry woods we see, What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree?— filed under Trees And Plants-Chestnut
O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly-tree? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Ordered by an Intelligence so wise As might confound the Atheist's sophistries.— filed under Trees And Plants-Chestnut
"But what good came of it at last?" Quoth little Peterkin. "Why, that I cannot tell," said he; "But 'twas a famous victory."— filed under Victory
Then more fierce The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell Of savage rage, the shriek of agony, The groan of death, commingled in one sound Of undistinguish'd horrors.— filed under War
And so never ending, But always descending.— filed under Water
"How does the Water Come down at Lodore?"— filed under Water
Thirsis and Dorus. What will not woman, gentle woman, dare When strong affection stirs her spirit up?— filed under Woman