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

Conordane Index Page 357 John Bartlett

 
Truth, sole judge of, 317.
soul of, 773.
speak as much as I dare, 963.
speak every man, 1039.
speech is, 489.
statesman yet friend to, 323.
stood on one side, 694.
stooped to, 328.
stranger than fiction, 560.
strife of, with falsehood, 732.
the brilliant Frenchman never knew, 414.
the poet sings, this is, 669.
the test of ridicule, 444.
the well of true wit is, 772.
there is no, in him, 1035.
this I set down as positive, 698.
this is petrified, 795.
those blessed, how sweet the, 717.
throughout the world, 483.
time brings increase to her, 378.
time trieth truth, 18.
time will teach thee soon the, 640.
to side with, is noble, 733.
to the full round of, 682.
urge him with, 342.
vantage ground of, 164.
we know, by the heart, 985.
well known to most, 424.
where doubt there, is, 721.
whispering tongues can poison, 500.
who having unto, 42.
who speaks, stabs falsehood, 731.
will come to sight, 62.
will sometimes lend her noblest fires, 540.
with gold she weighs, 330.
with him who sings, 673.
with the emblem of, 537.
within thy mind, this, 666.
would you teach, 319.
Truths as refined as Athens heard, 860.
discovery of divine, 304.
divine came mended from that tongue, 333.
electrify the sage, whose, 514.
fictions like to, 878.
great, are portions of the soul, 731.
half so sage as he wrote, 726.
I tell, believe the, 389.
instruments of darkness tell us, 116.
irrationally held, more harmful, 762.
music tells no, 722.
new, begin as heresies, 762.
of long ago, were the, 651.
that wake to perish never, 478.
to be self-evident, 434.
two, are told, 116.
which are not for all men, 987.
who feel great, 722.
Truth’s, thy country’s thy God’s and, 100.
Try by great thoughts and deeds, 721.
first then call in God, 885.
men’s souls, times that, 431.
our fortunes, ready to, 90.
the man, let the end, 89.
Tub, tale of a, 958.
to the whale, fling a, 291.
upon its own bottom, every, 350.
Tubes are twisted and died, 853.
Tufted crow-toe, 247.
trees, bosomed high in, 248.
Tug of war, then was the, 281.
Tugged with fortune, 121.
Tully’s curule chair, 391.
Tumble, another, 593.
ready with every nod to, 97.
Tumbler, pouter, and fantail are from, 605.
Tumours of a troubled mind, 881.
Tumult, all the, stopped, 792.
and the shouting dies, 852.
of the soul, 481.
Tune, bells jangled out of, 136.
incapable of a, 509.
memory plays an old, 724.
nature’s heart in, 587.
of flutes, 157.
our voices keep, 518.
out of, above the pitch, 957.
should keep so long in, 303.
singeth a quiet, 499.
to sing the same, 915.
through a dream, 821.
Tunes, devil have all the good, 861.
Turbans, white silken, 240.
Turbulence eludes the eye, 473.
Turf, at his head a green grass, 405.
beneath their feet, 515.
green be the, above thee, 562.
green grassy, 428.
of fresh earth, smell to a, 222.
oft on the dappled, 473.
that wraps their clay, 390.
Turk, base Phrygian, 45.
bear like the, 327.
or Proosian, 800.
out-paramoured the, 147.
the unspeakable, 585.
Turkman’s rest, cheers the, 555.
Turn again, I keep and pass and, 617.
and fight another day, 216.
at need, good, 968.
backward O Time, 783.
each thing his, does hold, 203.
nay, not away that sweet, 605.
of the tide, 91.
one good, asketh another, 15.
over a new leaf, 174, 182.
the smallest worm will, 95.
to rain, mist and cloud will, 647.
up, faith that something would, 628.
when every one goes in his, 742.
your hand to anything, 973.
Turns again home, 685.
and turns to say, 810.
at the touch of joy, 389.
with ceaseless pain, 394.
Turner of the wheel, 816.
Turning trembles too, 389.
Turnips, man who, cries, 375.
Turn-pike, man at the, bar, 590.
Turph, Peter, 72.