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

Conordane Index Page 61 John Bartlett

 
Cries, hear their, 990.
sad sounds are nature’s funeral, 729.
Crime, blanch without the owner’s, 483.
called virtue, fortunate, 901.
debt the mother of folly and, 628.
forgive the, 464.
it is worse than a, 991.
madden to, 549.
more than a, 991.
numbers sanctified the, 425.
of being a young man, 376.
punishment fit the, 802.
want exasperated into, 687.
Crimes, all his, broad blown, 139.
done in my days of nature, 131.
history is the register of, 430, 987.
in the name of liberty, 990.
may reach the dignity of, 437.
one virtue and a thousand, 551.
undivulged, 147.
Criminal, a, fool not to fly, 919.
is acquitted, when the, 896.
Crimson flower of battle blooms, the, 748.
in thy lips, 109.
wing, conquest’s, 383.
Crimsoned by the setting son, 802.
Crisis brings its word and deed, each, 650.
doth portend, what mortal, 212.
of human history, every great, 759.
Crisp and wintry carpet, 822.
Crisped and sere, leaves they were, 656.
Crispian, feast of, 92.
rouse him at the name of, 92.
Cristes lore and his apostles, 2.
Critic, attribute of a good, 739.
each day a, on the last, 325.
regarded his fault-finding, 723.
sir, good day, 723.
the youngest, has died, 853.
Critics, admiration from most fastidious, 601.
before you trust in, 539.
gallery, 419.
like brushers of clothes, 171.
men who have failed, 505, 629.
not even, criticise, 420.
you know who the, are, 629.
who have stamped out, 659.
Critic’s eye, not view me with, 459.
part, too nicely knew the, 390.
Critical, easier to be, than correct, 625.
nothing if not, 151.
Criticise, not even critics, 420.
Criticising elves, 412.
Criticism, cant of, 378.
with every wind of, 375.
Critique, killed off by one, 808.
Croak, his ill-betiding, 349.
Crocodile, tears of the, 38, 192.
Cromwell, Charles the First had his, 429.
damned to fame, 319.
guiltless of his country’s blood, 385.
if thou fall’st, O, 100.
Cronies of the elements, 846.
Crony, trusty drouthy, 451.
Crook, by hook or, 15.
the pregnant hinges of the knee, 137.
Crooked lane, straight down the, 593.
straight, strive to set the, 789.
way, they followed his, 840.
Crops failed, 785.
little good watering last year’s, 730.
the flowery food, 315.
Cross, became the foolishness of the, 995.
last at his, 864.
leads generations on, the, 566.
nailed on the bitter, 82.
nearer leaving the, 758.
of gold, crucify mankind upon a, 844.
she wore a sparkling, 325.
Crosses, fret thy soul with, 30.
relics crucifixes, 215.
Crossed in love, an oyster may be, 442.
with adversity, a man I am, 44.
Crossing river, not to swap horses, 661.
Crossways, things at home are, 825.
Crost, fair hopes, 794.
sure my love is all, 590.
Crotchets in thy head, 45.
Crow, gran’ther’s rule safer ’n ’t is to, 737.
like chanticleer, 69.
might be supposed a, 423.
that flies in heaven’s air, 162.
thought sun risen to hear him, 730.
Crows, swans seem whiter when by, 967.
wars of kites or, 255.
Crowbar, tire of all creation for a, 692.
Crowche, to fawne, to, 30.
Crowd, far from the madding, 385 midst the, the hum, 541.
not feel the, 420.
not on my soul, unborn ages, 383.
of common men, 209.
of jollity, I live in the, 368.
we met’t was in a, 588.
who foremost, 331.
Crowds of bees are giddy with clover, 749.
of grasshoppers skip at our feet, 749.
of larks at their matins hang over, 749.
without company, 431.
Crowded hour of glorious life, 493.
Crowing, I can teach, 998.
of the cock, 127.
Crown, better than his, 64.
chance may, me, 116.
emperor without his, 307.
every noble, crown of thorns, 583.
fruitless, upon my head, 121.
head that wears a, 89.
his breeches cost him but a, 152, 406.
immortal, 359.
likeness of a kingly, 228.
Luke’s iron, 395.