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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War! war! war! Heaven aid the right! God move the hero's arm in the fearful fight! God send the women sleep in the long, long night, When the breasts on whose strength they leaned shall heave no more.— E. C. STEDMAN — Alice of Monmouth.
A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.— TOM BROWN — Works. Vol. IV. P. 11.
Till taught by pain, Men really know not what good water's worth; If you had been in Turkey or in Spain, Or with a famish'd boat's-crew had your berth, Or in the desert heard the camel's bell, You'd wish yourself where Truth is in a well.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto II. St. 84.
Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.— COLERIDGE — Ancient Mariner. Pt. II. St. 9.
Water its living strength first shows, When obstacles its course oppose. C.— GOETHE — God, Soul, and World.
Rhymed Distichs. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.— BEN JONSON — The Forest. Song.
To Celia. Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes. Water is the mother of the vine, The nurse and fountain of fecundity, The adorner and refresher of the world.— CHAS. MACKAY — The Dionysia.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. III. L. 11.
A Rechabite poor Will must live, And drink of Adam's ale.— PRIOR — The Wandering Pilgrim.
Honest water, which ne'er left man in the mire.— Shakespeare — Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 59.
More water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of.— Shakespeare — Titus Andronicus. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 85.
'Tis rushing now adown the spout, And gushing out below, Half frantic in its joyousness, And wild in eager flow. The earth is dried and parched with heat, And it hath long'd to be Released from out the selfish cloud, To cool the thirsty tree.— ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH — Water.
And so never ending, But always descending.— SOUTHEY — The Cataract of Lodore.
"How does the Water Come down at Lodore?"— SOUTHEY — The Cataract of Lodore.
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