John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Flowers, all the sweetest, 28. and fruits of love, 555. appear on the earth, 1024. are lovely love is flower-like, 503. are love’s truest language, 660. are made of earthly, 653. are springing, sweet, 524. azure moss and, 565. baptism o’er the, 202. bitter o’er the, 540. buy my, O buy I pray, 632. chaliced, 159. charities scattered like, 481. clouds that shed May, 233. cover with leaves and, 181. crown old winter’s head with, 259. crown with, that hardly have, 762. earth laughs in, 614. foam of, 805. from Dis’ waggon, 77. have their time to wither, 570. in the mede, of all the, 6. kind thoughts contentment, 630. most can raise the, 672. no path of, leads to glory, 983. nosegay of culled, 965. of all hue, 232. of the forest, 393. only treads on, 464. Proserpine gathering, 232. purple with vernal, 247. shut of evening, 239. silent above the, her children, 763. sit like, upon thy grave, 762. so blue and golden, 639. some bitter o’er the, 540. soonest awake to the, 520. sprang up to see, 795. sweeter in the air, breath of, 167. sweetest, in all the world, 807. that do best perfume the air, 167. that fell, 805. that grows beside the way, 733. that in the forest grew, 28. that skirt the eternal frost, 501. to feed on, 30. we gather thorns for, 771. when spring unlocks the, 535. white and red, 6. worthy of Paradise, 232. |
| Flower-de-luce, 78. |
| Floweret blow, rain-drop makes some, 718. of the vale, meanest, 386. pluck ere it close, 991. |
| Flowering in a lonely word, 682. |
| Flowery meads in May, 199. oratory he despised, 304. |
| Flowing cups pass swiftly round, 259. cups, remembered in, 92. fees and fat contentions, 253. limb in pleasure drowns, 357. with milk and honey, 1005. |
| Flown with insolence and wine, 224. |
| Fluctuation, world-wide, 677. |
| Fluid as nature chaste affectionate, 745. |
| Flung rose flung odours, 238. |
| Flush as May, 139. |
| Flushing his brow, 575. |
| Flutes and soft recorders, 225. to the tune of, 157. |
| Flutter round my door, wave and, 613. |
| Fluttered your Volscians in Corioli, 103. |
| Fluttering about the fruit-trees, 799. go, the firelight shadows, 831. |
| Fly betimes, then, 200. break before the bird can, 682. busy curious thirsty, 859. from pleasure, I, 368. hiss for the, 1025. in the rivers of Egypt, 1025. is hell, which way I, 231. like a youthful hart or roe, 302. not yet ’t is just the hour, 520. O could I, I’d fly with thee, 438. of the coach, 983. or I can run, I can, 246. said a spider to a, 629. that sips treacle, 348. those that, may fight again, 215. those that run away and, 212. to drown a, 306. to him, I may not, 821. which way shall I, 231. within a bead of amber, 203. |
| Flyeth, how fierce soe’er it, 700. |
| Flyin’-fishes play, where the, 852. |
| Flying all abroad, 23. chariot, 424. cloud, 775. Dutchman, they who see, 820. hour, wait for love one, 814. old time is still a, 202. |
| Foam, far beneath the tainted, 578. is amber, whose, 257. mist and cloud and, 775. o’er the dark sea’s, 718. of flowers, 805. of perilous seas, 575. on the river, like the, 491. the cruel crawling, 727. too full for sound and, 685. whiter grows the, 823. wiped away the weeds and, 614. |
| Foaming lips of inebriated virtue, 808. |
| Foe, Byzantium’s conquering, 545. censure from a, 339. ever sworn the, 459. grim death my son and, 229. heat not a furnace for your, 98. in strife with many a valiant, 803. insolent, 150. is now before us, 863. let in the, 242. manly, give me the, 464. met my dearest, in heaven, 128. no friend who never made a, 680. overcome but half his, 225. the, they come, 543. to love, unrelenting, 358. to make one worthy man my, 327. to meet the insulting, 443. to tyrants, this hand sworn, 459. was in his soul a friend, each, 338. |
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