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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Conordane Index Page 315 John Bartlett

 
Souls whose sudden visitations daze the world, 606.
ye have left your, on earth, 577.
Soul’s calm sunshine, 319.
dark cottage, 221.
far better part, the, 338.
sincere desire, prayer is the, 497.
strength, stuff to try the, 709.
wealth, 775.
Soul-animating strains, 485.
Soul-sides, the meanest boasts two, 706.
Sound an echo to the sense, 324.
and foam, too full for, 685.
and fury, full of, 125.
born of murmuring, 469.
charm the air to give a, 123.
deeper than all plummets, 807.
dirge-like, 408.
divine, may kill a, 416.
hark from the tombs a doleful, 303.
harmonious, 236.
harsh in, 103.
however rude the, 393.
I hear beyond the range of, 722.
impetuous recoil and jarring, 229.
is breathed so potent, no, 682.
jocund strains, 786.
joy of silence or of, 865.
like the sweet, 74.
loves to revel in a summer, 654.
most melodious, they heard a, 28.
music with her silver, 404.
my barbaric yawp, I, 742.
Niagara stuns with thundering, 395.
no, can awake him, 623.
no, save rush of the river, 766.
no war or battle’s, 251.
of a knell, sighed at the, 416.
of a voice that is still, 670.
of clashing wars, no, 699.
of friends’ departing feet, 738.
of hammer or of saw, 421.
of my name, hearest the, 611.
of one’s praises, 927.
of revelry by night, 542.
of the church-going bell, 416.
of thunder heard remote, 227.
of woman’s praise, 604.
out-vociferize even, itself, 285.
persuasive, 294.
pipes and whistles in his, 69.
same, is in my ears, 471.
silence implying, 710.
silence where hath been no, 591.
silver-sweet, 106.
so fine, 864.
soothed with the, 271.
strikes like a rising knell, deep, 542.
sweet is every, 673.
the clarion fill the fife, 493.
the loud timbrel, 524.
the trumpet beat the drums, 281.
to heal the blows of, 688.
trumpet give an uncertain, 1037.
what stop she please, 138.
which makes us linger, 548.
whistles in his, 69.
Sound, winter loves a dirge-like, 486.
words of thundering, 397.
Sounds as a sullen bell, 88.
blowing martial, 224.
concord of sweet, 66.
melodious, on every side, 253.
not rural sights alone but rural, 417.
of music creep in our ears, 65.
of small and multitudinous lives, 851.
possessed with inward light, 503.
sad, are nature’s funeral cries, 729.
sympathy with, 421.
will take care of themselves, 782.
Sounded all the depths of honour, 100.
Sounder piece of British manhood, 582.
Sounding brass, 1037.
cataract haunted me, 467.
on through words, 465, 480.
rafter, we meet neath the, 756.
Sour, every sweet has its, 619.
every sweet its, 404.
grapes, have eaten, 1027.
lofty and, 101.
misfortune’s book, 108.
Source of all my bliss, 398.
of human offspring, 234.
of sympathetic tears, 382.
springs rise not above their, 767.
that keeps it filled, 772.
tumbler and fantail are from the same, 605.
vast river of unfailing, 597.
Sour-complexioned man, 206.
South and southwest side, 210.
and the, and north shall, 578.
beaker full of the warm, 575.
clasp hands, north and, 698.
east and west, 798.
no north no east no west no, 517.
Southern stars a music pealed, 686.
Southward dreams the sea, 841.
Southwind sweet and low, 811.
Sovereign among soldiers, 495.
heaven’s, 308.
here lies our, 279.
law sits empress, 438.
lord the king, here lies our, 279.
Magna Charta will have no, 24.
might, of our, 29.
o’er transmuted ill, 366.
of sighs and groans, 55.
parts, a man of, 55.
reason, noble and most, 136.
sway and masterdom, 117.
when I forget my, 426.
Sovereigns, dead but sceptred, 554.
name ourselves its, 554.
soldier among, 495.
Sovereignest thing on earth, 83.
Sovereignty, in yourselves the means of, 579.
Sovran seats, 823.
veil’d melancholy has her, shrine, 577.
Sow for him build for him, 470.
he that observeth the wind shall not, 1023.