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

Conordane Index Page 351 John Bartlett

 
Tongue, through every land by every, 302.
tip of his subduing, 163.
to curse the slave. O for a, 526.
to persuade, 255.
to wound us, no, 522.
treasure of our, 39.
truth in every shepherd’s, 25.
use of my oracular, 440.
want of persuasion on his, 746.
win a woman with his, 44.
windy satisfaction of the, 343.
Tongues, airy, 243.
as walls, woods have, 678.
aspic’s, for ’t is of, 155.
called fools in all, 71.
conscience hath a thousand several, 97.
evil days and evil, 236.
hearts in love use their own, 51.
in trees books in the running brooks, 67.
interest speaks all sorts of, 980.
lovers’, by night, 106.
nations kindreds and, 1041.
of dying men, 81.
of men, speak with the, 1037.
shall rehearse, 162.
silence envious, 100.
slanderous, done to death by, 54.
strife of, 1011.
that syllable men’s names, 243.
to allure him, thousand, 407.
whispering, 500.
Tongue-tied by authority, 162.
To-night, are met in thee, 792.
curfew must not ring, 832.
then fill, with hearts as light, 633.
wants me, in the rain, 764.
Too civil by half, 440.
fond for idle scorning, 653.
full for sound and foam, 685.
great for our belief, 717.
innocent for coquetry, too fond, 653.
late I stayed, 464.
little for our heart, 717.
low they build, 309.
much thinking, 321.
pure in aught to disguise, 780.
thin, 101.
Took my heart away, 770.
Tool of iron, nor any, 1007.
to buy and sell, man a, 728.
Tools, always work and, 732.
no jesting with edge, 198.
nothing but to name his, 210.
of working our salvation, 215.
sin has many, 692.
to him that can handle them, 582.
Too-late, I am called, 769.
Tooth and nail, 967.
for tooth, eye for eye, 1005.
of time, 49, 311.
poison for the age’s, 78.
sharper than a serpent’s, 146.
Tooth-ache, endure the, 53.
Toothpicks, supply of, 612.
Top, die at the, 294.
Top of judgment, 47.
of my bent, fool me to the, 139.
of the tree, 801.
to toe, dressed from, 632.
whips his taxed, 462.
Tops of the eastern pines, 81.
Topics, fashionable, 402.
Topless towers of Ilium, 41.
Topmost in heaven, wisdom sits alone, 723.
Topples round the west, 674.
Topsy-turvy, from my, 772.
Torch, his, is at thy temple-door, 813.
Torches, as we do with, 46.
light my candle from their, 192.
Tore his hair, skipper stormed and, 724.
Torment, thou art to me a delicious, 619.
Torments our elements, 227.
Torn from their destined page, 456.
me and I bleed, they have, 544.
Torpedo, pen becomes a, 369.
Torrent and whilwind’s roar, 394.
is heard, naught but the, 428.
of a downward age, 356.
of a woman’s will, 313.
of his fate, 366.
roar, should like the, 324.
so the loud, 394.
Torrents, motionless, 501.
Torrent’s smoothness, 516.
Torrid tracts, through, 398.
Torrid-zone, thou animated, 617.
Torture, boil in endless, 545.
hum of human cities is, 543.
of the mind, 121.
one poor word, 270.
Torturing hour, the, 226.
Toss him to my breast, 205.
slight, over ambient ether, 765.
Tost, nothing, 790.
on the stormy sea, to be, 652.
Total depravity of inanimate things, 809.
Touch, beautiful beneath his, 514.
dares not put it to the, 257.
harmonious whose, 367.
no state matters, 398.
not taste not, 1039.
of a vanished hand, 670.
of celestial temper, 234.
of earth, must have a, 679.
of greatness, some far-off, 679.
of joy or woe, 389.
of Liberty’s war, first, 525.
of nature, one, makes the whole world kin, 102.
one, and what a world, 848.
soiled by any outward, 253.
sprang up forever at a, 676.
that’s scarcely felt, 350.
the best, fear not to, 25.
them but rightly, 455.
thy soft, of healing unaware, 764.
us gently Time, 538.
we feel the tenderest, 274.
with chiselled, 955.