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

Conordane Index Page 157 John Bartlett

 
Hole in a’ your coats, 449.
like a poisoned rat in a, 292.
mouse of one poor, 206, 336.
of discretion, the little, 56.
Holes, foxes have, 1031.
triangular and square, 461.
where eyes did once inhabit, 96.
Holiday, to make a Roman, 546.
Holidays, all the year were playing, 83.
Holiday-rejoicing spirit, 509.
Holier laws, of purer science, 728.
Holiest end of woman’s being, 686.
hue, givest the heavens their, 751.
thing alive, 502.
Holily, that wouldst thou, 117.
Holiness, in the beauties of, 1015.
Holland lies, where, 395.
Holler, providence fashioned us, 735.
Hollow, all was false and, 226.
blasts of wind, 347.
murmurs died away in, 390.
oak our palace is, 537.
sea-shell, 824.
the grassy, 772.
Hollows crowned with summer sea, 681.
Hollow-eyed, sharp-looking, 50.
Holly branch on the old oak wall, 589.
Holy angels guard thy bed, 302.
as He died to make men, 748.
book, Mohammed’s truth in a, 665.
dreams grow, put in action, 761.
each mountain is a, altar, 595.
faith that warmed, the, 689.
ground, call it, 570.
ground, where sorrow is, 836.
haunted ground, 541.
its stripes were a, lesson, 748.
land, 798.
text around she strews, 385.
time is quiet as a nun, the, 470.
where they fell, and, 634.
where they fought, the land is, 634.
writ, old odd ends stolen out of, 96.
writ, proofs of, 154.
Homage, all things do her, 31.
from contemporaries, 601.
of a tear, the, 541.
of thoughts unspoken, 643.
vice pays to virtue, 981.
worthless pomp of, 571.
Home again, oh to be, 724.
anchor of our peace at, 435.
and I am far from, 607.
at ease, live at, 176.
at evening’s close, hie him, 386.
beauty wrought lies close at, 650.
behold our, 550.
best country ever is at, 394.
creep, and take your place, 729.
day’s march nearer, 497.
deep imaged in his soul, 345.
draw near their eternal, 221.
dream of, 525.
each heart is whispering, 594.
exile from, 568.
filled one, with glee, 570.
Home from the sea, 830.
God who is our, 477.
his footsteps he hath turned, 488.
home at last, 594.
homely features to keep, 246.
I am going, 615.
in a better place at, 67.
in the ambush of my name strike, 47.
is home though never so homely, 568.
is on the deep, 514.
is the sailor, home from the sea, 830.
keep his only son at, 392.
kiss till the cow comes, 197.
make friends at, 908.
makes her loved at, 447.
man goeth to his long, 1023.
my old Kentucky, good night, 764.
next way, farthest way about, 204.
no place like, 568.
of the brave, 517.
old England is our, 629.
on the rolling deep, 714.
our souls at, with God, 728.
out of house and, 89.
points of heaven and, 485.
revered abroad and loved at, 447.
shall I never feel at, 841.
sweet home, 568.
that dear hut our, 362.
that drive one from, 593.
that frets above our peaceful, 578.
the wise man is at, 617.
there’s nobody at, 336.
to men’s bosoms, 164.
to roost, chickens come, 630.
turns again, 685.
uneasy and confined at, 315.
when you knock is never at, 415.
Homes, forced from their, 395.
homeless near a thousand, 465.
of England, the stately, 569.
of silent prayer, eyes are, 674.
Homebound fancy, 606.
Home-bred kine, beeves and, 474.
Home-keeping youth, 44.
Homeless and sobbing, 775.
near a thousand homes, 465.
Homely features to keep home, 246.
wits, home-keeping youth have, 44.
Home-made dishes that drive, 593.
Homer all the books you need, 280.
deep-browed, 576.
Greece boasts her, 271.
himself must beg, 189.
living begged his bread, 189.
nods, nor is it, 323.
our poets steal from, 185.
seven cities warred for, 194.
sometimes nods, 892.
Homer’s birth, seven cities claim, 194.
golden chain, 191.
lamp appeared, ere, 414.
rule the best, 328.
Homeward course, happy, 802.
Hone, I like your book ingenious, 509.