John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Liberty’s unclouded blaze, 564. war, first touch of, 525. white throne, space for, 788. |
| Library, books from mine own, 42. circulating, 440. turn over half a, 372. was dukedom large enough, 42. |
| Libyan fable, in a, 882. |
| License they mean, 252. |
| Lick absurd pomp, 137. the dust, enemies shall, 1013. |
| Licks the dust, pride that, 328. the hand just raised, 315. |
| Licker talks mighty loud, 828. |
| Lid, hang upon his penthouse, 116. |
| Lids, drops his blue-fringed, 501. of Juno’s eyes, 77. with eternal, apart, 578. |
| Lie, but he could n’t, if you paid him, 853. children and fools cannot, 15. direct, the, 72. fallow for a while, well to, 696. give the world the, 25. how still we see thee, 791. its work done the, shall rot, 757. lightly, gentle earth, 197. men who will not, 730. most civil sort of, 567. much makes life itself a, 554. nature admits no, 583. never lives to be old, 883. never tell a, 943. nothing can need a, 205. shelved round us, mummied authors, 761. spit in my face if I tell a, 84. still and slumber, 302. ten nights awake, 51. to credit his own, 42. under a mistake, you, 292, 567. was dead and damned, the, 706. was thy dream a shadowy, 719. what is a, after all, 560. which is all a, 671. which is half a truth, 671. with circumstance, 72. with me, who loves to, 67. |
| Lies a conversation in his eyes, yet there, 647. a lonely grave, there, 726. all before his eyes, 686. around us like a cloud, 700. close at home, snug painted, 650. devil author of, 193. down to pleasant dreams, 572. for it behind him, 686. in his bed, 79. like a hedgehog, 593. like truth, fiend that, 125. some books are, 446. the throng and stress of, 791. to hide it makes it two, 301. told in silence, 830. under the walls of Paradise, 751. what is gained by telling, 947. |
| Lied, he never, 810. |
| Lief not be as live to be, 110. |
| Liege of all loiterers, 55. |
| Life, a bitter, 790. a breath of God, his, 721. a galling load, 448. a great interpreter of, 812. a little gleam of time, 585. a richer, 768. a tale of wasted, 790. above, there is a, 497. age is ripening of fresh life, 760. all labour be, why should, 667. all other passions fly, with, 508. and death, no difference between, 943. and joy and objects, for, 744. and liberty, God gave us, 434. and light, form of, 549. and strength in every drop, 610. and universe show spontaneity, 765. announce a, that shall be copious, 745. anything for a quiet, 1044. are full of, and light, 748. as for a future, 663. as I have seen it in his, 129. as, is to the living, 810. as large as, 782. as the wind is, so is mortal, 783. as though to breathe were, 668. at a pin’s fee, do not set my, 131. at the door of, 805. ay soon upon the stage of, 696. bane and antidote, death and, 299. be that which men call death, 885. beyond life, 254. blandishments of, 859. blessed one’s, with true believing, 686. bread is the staff of, 283, 291. brought dead bodies into, 621. by the waters of, we sat, 599. calamity of so long, 135. can charm no more, till, 390. can little more supply, 314. cannot tell what other men think of this, 110. careless of the single, 675. care’s an enemy to, 74. characters from high, 320. charmed, I bear, 126. Christ’s in a sacred, 665. comes before literature, 792. common walk of virtuous, 307. condemned to part with, 398. confined to the space of a day, 922. could navigate the sea of, 597. crowded hour of glorious, 493. crown of, receive the, 1040. daily beauty in his, 156. dear to me as light and, 450. death and, bane and antidote, 299. death and, in ceaseless, 654. death in the midst of, 1043. death of each day’s, 120. death what men call, 952. deeds which make up, 705. dignity in every act of, 938. |
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