Questions

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identifier	question
2490	Lamia, what means this? 2490 Why do you sigh, fair creature?"
2490	--"I''m wearied,"said fair Lamia:"tell me who Is that old man?
2490	Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
2490	Hast any mortal name, Fit appellation for this dazzling frame?
2490	How to entangle, trammel up and snare Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
2490	Know''st thou that man?"
2490	Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth, To share our marriage feast and nuptial mirth?"
2490	Too gentle Hermes, hast thou found the maid?"
2490	What for Lycius?
2490	What for the sage, old Apollonius?
2490	What serener palaces, Where I may all my many senses please, And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts appease?
2490	What wreath for Lamia?
2490	Wherefore dost thou start?
2490	Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright, A full- born beauty new and exquisite?
2490	Why does your tender palm dissolve in dew?"
2490	Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn, While I am striving how to fill my heart With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
2490	poor youth, What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe My essence?
2490	return''d she tenderly:"You have deserted me-- where am I now?
2490	shall I unveil them?
2490	wherefore did you blind Yourself from his quick eyes?"
2490	wherefore flout The silent- blessing fate, warm cloister''d hours, And show to common eyes these secret bowers?
2490	whisper''d he:"Why do you think?"
8209	And can I e''er repay the friendly debt?
8209	And can I e''er these benefits forget?
8209	And can I ever bid these joys farewell?
8209	And hastest thou now to that fair lady''s bower?
8209	And splendidly mark''d with the story divine Of Armida the fair, and Rinaldo the bold?
8209	And that bright lance, against the fretted wall, Beneath the shade of stately banneral, Is slung with shining cuirass, sword, and shield?
8209	And to what shall I compare it?
8209	And wear''st thou the shield of the fam''d Britomartis?
8209	Bright as the humming- bird''s green diadem, When it flutters in sun- beams that shine through a fountain?
8209	But what is higher beyond thought than thee?
8209	But what, without the social thought of thee, Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?
8209	Could all this be forgotten?
8209	Couldst thou wish for lineage higher Than twin sister of Thalia?
8209	Did our old lamenting Thames Delight you?
8209	Did ye never cluster round Delicious Avon, with a mournful sound, And weep?
8209	For what has made the sage or poet write But the fair paradise of Nature''s light?
8209	Fresher than berries of a mountain tree?
8209	From the clear space of ether, to the small Breath of new buds unfolding?
8209	From the meaning Of Jove''s large eye- brow, to the tender greening Of April meadows?
8209	Hadst thou liv''d when chivalry Lifted up her lance on high, Tell me what thou wouldst have been?
8209	Has she not shewn us all?
8209	Hast thou a goblet for dark sparkling wine?
8209	Hast thou a steed with a mane richly flowing?
8209	Hast thou a sword that thine enemy''s smart is?
8209	Hast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing?
8209	Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem Pure as the ice- drop that froze on the mountain?
8209	How sing the splendour of the revelries, When buts of wine are drunk off to the lees?
8209	Is it a scarf that thy fair lady gave?
8209	Is there so small a range In the present strength of manhood, that the high Imagination can not freely fly As she was wo nt of old?
8209	More full of visions than a high romance?
8209	More healthful than the leafiness of dales?
8209	More secret than a nest of nightingales?
8209	More serene than Cordelia''s countenance?
8209	More strange, more beautiful, more smooth, more regal, Than wings of swans, than doves, than dim- seen eagle?
8209	Now I direct my eyes into the west, Which at this moment is in sunbeams drest: Why westward turn?
8209	Or did ye stay to give a welcoming To some lone spirits who could proudly sing Their youth away, and die?
8209	Or did ye wholly bid adieu To regions where no more the laurel grew?
8209	Or when serenely wand''ring in a trance Of sober thought?
8209	Or when starting away, With careless robe, to meet the morning ray, Thou spar''st the flowers in thy mazy dance?
8209	Shew''d me that epic was of all the king, Round, vast, and spanning all like Saturn''s ring?
8209	That goblet right heavy, and massy, and gold?
8209	That whining boyhood should with reverence bow Ere the dread thunderbolt could reach?
8209	Think you he nought but prison walls did see, Till, so unwilling, thou unturn''dst the key?
8209	To G. A. W. Nymph of the downward smile, and sidelong glance, In what diviner moments of the day Art thou most lovely?
8209	What does he murmur with his latest breath, While his proud eye looks through the film of death?
8209	What first inspired a bard of old to sing Narcissus pining o''er the untainted spring?
8209	What is it that hangs from thy shoulder, so brave, Embroidered with many a spring peering flower?
8209	What is it?
8209	What is more gentle than a wind in summer?
8209	What is more soothing than the pretty hummer That stays one moment in an open flower, And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower?
8209	What is more tranquil than a musk- rose blowing In a green island, far from all men''s knowing?
8209	What my enjoyments in my youthful years, Bereft of all that now my life endears?
8209	What next?
8209	What when a stout unbending champion awes Envy, and Malice to their native sty?
8209	What, but thee Sleep?
8209	When gone far astray Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance?
8209	Wherefore more proudly does the gentle knight, Rein in the swelling of his ample might?
8209	Who can forget her half retiring sweets?
8209	Who found for me the grandeur of the ode, Growing, like Atlas, stronger from its load?
8209	Who let me taste that more than cordial dram, The sharp, the rapier- pointed epigram?
8209	Who read for me the sonnet swelling loudly Up to its climax and then dying proudly?
8209	Who shall his fame impair When thou art dead, and all thy wretched crew?
8209	Why breathless, unable your bliss to declare?
8209	Why linger you so, the wild labyrinth strolling?
8209	Why so sad a moan?
8209	Why were ye not awake?
8209	Will not some say that I presumptuously Have spoken?
8209	Yet must I tell a tale of chivalry: Or wherefore comes that knight so proudly by?
8209	had I never seen, Or known your kindness, what might I have been?
8209	prepare her steeds, Paw up against the light, and do strange deeds Upon the clouds?
8209	that from hastening disgrace''Twere better far to hide my foolish face?
8209	think you he did wait?
8209	who can e''er forget so fair a being?
23684	Lamia, what means this? 23684 Or shall we listen to the over- wise, Or to the over- foolish, Giant- Gods?
23684	Saturn, look up!--though wherefore, poor old King? 23684 Why do you sigh, fair creature?"
23684	-- 370"I''m wearied,"said fair Lamia:"tell me who Is that old man?
23684	170 Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright, A full- born beauty new and exquisite?
23684	2. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
23684	220 Or shall the tree be envious of the dove Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings To wander wherewithal and find its joys?
23684	220 What wreath for Lamia?
23684	230 Why do I know ye?
23684	30 4. Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
23684	50 Or hath that antique mien and robed form Mov''d in these vales invisible till now?
23684	Are ye not smitten by a youngling arm?
23684	Art thou, too, near such doom?
23684	Ay, where are they?
23684	Because fair orange- mounts Were of more soft ascent than lazar stairs?-- Why were they proud?
23684	Because red- lin''d accounts Were richer than the songs of Grecian years?-- Why were they proud?
23684	Because their marble founts Gush''d with more pride than do a wretch''s tears?-- Why were they proud?
23684	Can it deny the chiefdom of green groves?
23684	Can not I fashion forth Another world, another universe, To overbear and crumble this to nought?
23684	Can not I form?
23684	Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
23684	Do ye forget the blows, the buffets vile?
23684	Dost thou forget, sham Monarch of the Waves, Thy scalding in the seas?
23684	Fled is that music:--Do I wake or sleep?
23684	For when the Muse''s wings are air- ward spread, Who shall delay her flight?
23684	Goddess benign, point forth some unknown thing: Are there not other regions than this isle?
23684	Hast any mortal name, Fit appellation for this dazzling frame?
23684	Have ye beheld his chariot, foam''d along By noble winged creatures he hath made?
23684	Have ye beheld the young God of the Seas, My dispossessor?
23684	Have ye seen his face?
23684	Have ye souls in heaven too, Double- lived in regions new?
23684	Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host''s Canary wine?
23684	He stood, and heard not Thea''s sobbing deep; A little time, and then again he snatch''d 140 Utterance thus.--"But can not I create?
23684	How could they find out in Lorenzo''s eye A straying from his toil?
23684	How to entangle, trammel up and snare Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
23684	How was it nurtur''d to such bursting forth, While Fate seem''d strangled in my nervous grasp?
23684	How was it these same ledger- men could spy Fair Isabella in her downy nest?
23684	I have heard the cloudy thunder: Where is power?
23684	I have no comfort for thee, no not one: I can not say,''O wherefore sleepest thou?''
23684	Is''t not strange That thou shouldst weep, so gifted?
23684	Know''st thou that man?"
23684	O where?"
23684	Oftentimes She ask''d her brothers, with an eye all pale, Striving to be itself, what dungeon climes Could keep him off so long?
23684	Oh what can ail thee Knight at arms Alone and palely loitering?
23684	Oh what can ail thee Knight at arms So haggard, and so woe begone?
23684	Or are fruits of Paradise Sweeter than those dainty pies Of venison?
23684	Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth, 90 To share our marriage feast and nuptial mirth?"
23684	PAGE 184, l. 310. over- foolish, Giant- Gods?
23684	Saturn is fallen, am I too to fall?
23684	Saturn, sleep on:--O thoughtless, why did I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude?
23684	Say, doth the dull soil Quarrel with the proud forests it hath fed, And feedeth still, more comely than itself?
23684	Say, may I be for aye thy vassal blest?
23684	Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
23684	Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
23684	Thy beauty''s shield, heart- shap''d and vermeil dyed?
23684	Thy name is on my tongue, I know not how; Why should I tell thee what thou so well seest?
23684	To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead''st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
23684	Too gentle Hermes, hast thou found the maid?"
23684	What are the stars?
23684	What can I then?
23684	What can I?
23684	What for Lycius?
23684	What for the sage, old Apollonius?
23684	What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain- built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
23684	What mad pursuit?
23684	What maidens loth?
23684	What men or gods are these?
23684	What pipes and timbrels?
23684	What serener palaces, Where I may all my many senses please, And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts appease?
23684	What struggle to escape?
23684	What wild ecstasy?
23684	What, have I rous''d 320 Your spleens with so few simple words as these?
23684	Where are the songs of Spring?
23684	Where is another chaos?
23684	Where was he, when the Giant of the Sun Stood bright, amid the sorrow of his peers?
23684	Where''s the eye, however blue, Doth not weary?
23684	Where''s the face One would meet in every place?
23684	Where''s the maid 70 Whose lip mature is ever new?
23684	Where''s the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft?
23684	Where?"
23684	Wherefore dost thou start?
23684	Whether through poz''d conviction, or disdain, They guarded silence, when Oceanus Left murmuring, what deepest thought can tell?
23684	Who had power To make me desolate?
23684	Why does your tender palm dissolve in dew?"
23684	Why linger at the yawning tomb so long?
23684	Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes?
23684	Why should I strive to show what from thy lips Would come no mystery?
23684	Why were they proud?
23684	Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn, While I am striving how to fill my heart 50 With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
23684	_ Giant- Gods?_ In the edition of 1820 printed''giant, Gods?''
23684	_ Giant- Gods?_ In the edition of 1820 printed''giant, Gods?''
23684	_ MS._: over- foolish giant, Gods?
23684	_ adder''s tongue._ For was she not a serpent?
23684	again we ask aloud, Why in the name of Glory were they proud?
23684	let her loose; Every thing is spoilt by use: Where''s the cheek that doth not fade, Too much gaz''d at?
23684	poor youth, What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe My essence?
23684	return''d she tenderly:"You have deserted me;--where am I now?
23684	shall I unveil them?
23684	what if I should lose thee, when so fain I am to stifle all the heavy sorrow Of a poor three hours''absence?
23684	what traitor could thee hither bring?
23684	whence came the strength?
23684	where is Saturn?"
23684	wherefore all this wormy circumstance?
23684	wherefore did you blind Yourself from his quick eyes?"
23684	wherefore flout The silent- blessing fate, warm cloister''d hours, And show to common eyes these secret bowers?
23684	whisper''d he: 40"Why do you think?"
23684	why Is my eternal essence thus distraught To see and to behold these horrors new?
23684	why have I seen ye?
23684	why should I Spurn the green turf as hateful to my feet?
23684	why wilt thou affright a feeble soul?
35698	How do you make that out, Master Vellum?
35698	Indeed,said Mrs. D.,"does he turn the Corner?"
35698	Wherein lies Happiness? 35698 Why do n''t you see?
35698	''O mighty Princess, did you ne''er hear tell What your poor servants know but too too well?
35698	--And again,"Keats,"says a friend,"when will you come to town again?"
35698	1818?
35698	2, 1817?
35698	29?
35698	A year ago I could not understand in the slightest degree Raphael''s cartoons-- now I begin to read them a little-- And how did I learn to do so?
35698	Ai n''t I its uncle?
35698	Alas, my friend, your coat sits very well; Where may your Taylor live?
35698	All I can do is by plump contrasts; were the fingers made to squeeze a guinea or a white hand?--were the lips made to hold a pen or a kiss?
35698	And how do you prove that there is no such principle giving a bias to the imagination and a false colouring to poetry?
35698	And is not this extraordinary talk for the writer of Endymion, whose mind was like a pack of scattered cards?
35698	And what have you there in the Basket?
35698	And yet does not the word"mum"go for one''s finger beside the nose?
35698	Are there any flowers in bloom you like-- any beautiful heaths-- any streets full of Corset Makers?
35698	Are these facts or prejudices?
35698	Are you quizzing me or Miss Waldegrave when you talk of promenading?
35698	As soon as I saw them so nearly I said to myself"How is it they did not beckon Burns to some grand attempt at Epic?"
35698	Because you were in expectation of George''s Letter and so waited?
35698	But is this fair?
35698	But, will it not hurt you?
35698	Can it be that even the greatest Philosopher ever arrived at his Goal without putting aside numerous objections?
35698	Did I not in a letter to you make a promise to do so?
35698	Did not Mrs. A. sport her Carriage and one?
35698	Did our great Poets ever write short Pieces?
35698	Do n''t you think I am brushing up in the letter way?
35698	Do not they like this better than what they can read through before Mrs. Williams comes down stairs?
35698	Do we read with more pleasure of the ravages of a beast of prey than of the Shepherd''s pipe upon the Mountain?
35698	Do you desire Compliments to one another?
35698	Do you know Uncle Redhall?
35698	Do you know him?
35698	Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and troubles is to school an Intelligence and make it a soul?
35698	Do you not think this is ominous of good?
35698	Do you not think this of great import?
35698	Do you ride on Horseback?
35698	Does Mrs. Hunt tear linen as straight as ever?
35698	Does Mrs. S. cut bread and butter as neatly as ever?
35698	Does Shelley go on telling strange stories of the deaths of kings?
35698	Does she continue the Medicines that benefited her so much?
35698	For what listen they?
35698	From want of regular rest I have been rather_ narvus_--and the passage in_ Lear_--"Do you not hear the sea?"
35698	Give me this credit-- Do you not think I strive-- to know myself?
35698	Good Heavens Lady how the gemini Did you get here?
35698	Had I not better begin to look about me now?
35698	Has Martin met with the Cumberland Beggar, or been wondering at the old Leech- gatherer?
35698	Has he a turn for fossils?
35698	Have these hot days I brag of so much been well or ill for your health?
35698	Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine Host''s Canary wine?
35698	Have you a clear hard frost as we have?
35698	Have you heard any further mention of his retiring from Business?
35698	Have you heard from Rice?
35698	Have you heard in any way of George?
35698	Have you met with any Pheasants?
35698	Have you shot a Buffalo?
35698	Have you some warm furs?
35698	Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings in the human mart?
35698	Here are the Mermaid lines, Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field, or mossy cavern, Fairer than the Mermaid Tavern?
35698	Here it is,"How is it wi''yoursel?"
35698	Here''s some doggrel for you-- Perhaps you would like a bit of b----hrell-- Where be ye going, you Devon Maid?
35698	His Psyche true?
35698	How are the Nymphs?
35698	How are you going on now?
35698	How came miledi to give one Lisbon wine-- had she drained the Gooseberry?
35698	How came you on with my young Master Yorkshire Man?
35698	How can that be when Endymion and I are at the bottom of the sea?
35698	How can you ask such a Question?
35698	How could I employ myself out of reach of libraries?
35698	How could you do without that assistance?
35698	How do you come on with the gun?
35698	How does the work go on?
35698	How goes it with Brown?
35698	How have you got on among them?
35698	How is Hazlitt?
35698	How is it that by extreme opposites we have, as it were, got discontented nerves?
35698	How is it that his circumstances have altered so suddenly?
35698	How is the old tadpole gardener and little Master next door?
35698	How then are these sparks which are God to have identity given them-- so as ever to possess a bliss peculiar to each one''s individual existence?
35698	How, but by the medium of a world like this?
35698	However, I hope to do my duty to myself in a week or so; and then I''ll try what I can do for my neighbour-- now, is not this virtuous?
35698	Hunt, got into your new house?
35698	I can not always be( how do you spell it?)
35698	I go amongst the buildings of a city and I see a Man hurrying along-- to what?
35698	I have nothing to speak of but myself, and what can I say but what I feel?
35698	I know that they are more happy and comfortable than I am; therefore why should I trouble myself about it?
35698	I mean in what mood and with what accompaniment do you like the sea best?
35698	I must absolutely get over this-- but how?
35698	I should have delighted in setting off for London for the sensation merely,--for what should I do there?
35698	I think of seeing her to- morrow; have you any message?
35698	I thought it better not, for better times will certainly come, and why should they be unhappy in the meantime?
35698	If Reynolds had not taken to the law, would he not be earning something?
35698	If better events supersede this necessity what harm will be done?
35698	If he will say this to Reynolds, what would he to other people?
35698	In Devonshire they say,"Well, where be ye going?"
35698	In that which becks,"etc., 64 Whitehead, 63, 82"Why did I laugh to- night?
35698	Intelligences are atoms of perception-- they know and they see and they are pure, in short they are God-- how then are Souls to be made?
35698	Is he in town yet?
35698	Is it a paradox of my creating that''one murder makes a villain millions a Hero''?
35698	Is it too daring to fancy Shakspeare this Presider?
35698	Is there another life?
35698	Is there any news of George?
35698	Is this to be borne?
35698	Is this worth louting or playing the hypocrite for?
35698	Know you the three great crimes in faery land?
35698	LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI O what can ail thee Knight at arms Alone and palely loitering?
35698	Lamb took hold of the long clothes, saying:"Where, God bless me, where does it leave off?"
35698	Marie they are all gone hame Frae happy wadding, Whilst I-- Ah is it not a shame?
35698	May I sing to thee As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baià ¦?
35698	Might I not at that very instant have been cogitating on the Characters of Saturn and Ops?
35698	Must he die Circled by a humane society?
35698	My dear Bailey-- Twelve days have pass''d since your last reached me.--What has gone through the myriads of human minds since the 12th?
35698	My dear Brother and Sister-- How is it that we have not heard from you from the Settlement yet?
35698	My dear Brown, what am I to do?
35698	My dear Fanny-- Your Letter to me at Bedhampton hurt me very much,--What objection can there be to your receiving a Letter from me?
35698	My dear Taylor-- Can you lend me £30 for a short time?
35698	N._ Yes( with a grin), it''s Mr. Hunt''s, is n''t it?--_Gattie._ Hunt''s?
35698	Not a syllable about my friends?
35698	Now is there anything more unpleasant( it may come among the thousand and one) than to be so journeying and to miss the goal at last?
35698	Now why did you not send the key of your cupboard, which, I know, was full of papers?
35698	Now you have by this time crumpled up your large Bonnet, what do you wear-- a cap?
35698	O what can ail thee Knight at arms So haggard, and so woe- begone?
35698	O where?"
35698	O, where are thy dominions?
35698	Old Peter Pindar is just dead: what will the old King and he say to each other?
35698	Or are fruits of paradise Sweeter than those dainty pies Of Venison?
35698	Or may I woo thee In earlier Sicilian?
35698	Peacock has damned satire-- Ollier has damn''d Music-- Hazlitt has damned the bigoted and the blue- stockinged; how durst the Man?!
35698	Perhaps a superior being may look upon Shakspeare in the same light-- is it possible?
35698	Perhaps there might be a quarrel)[106]***** I ought to make a large"?"
35698	Red Crag!--What Madam can you then repent Of all the toil and vigour you have spent To see Ben Nevis and to touch his nose?
35698	Richer is uncellar''d cavern, Than the merry mermaid Tavern?
35698	Shakspeare makes Enobarb say-- Where''s Antony?
35698	Shall I awake and find all this a dream?
35698	Shall I dance with Miss Waldegrave?
35698	Shall I give you Miss Brawne?
35698	Shall you be able to get a good pointer or so?
35698	Should you like me for a neighbour again?
35698	So how am I to see Haslam''s lady and family, if I even went?
35698	So how can I with any face begin without a dissertation on letter- writing?
35698	Souls of Poets dead and gone, Are the winds a sweeter home?
35698	Surely I dreamt to- day; or did I see The winged Psyche, with awaked eyes?
35698	Sweet little red- feet why did you die?
35698	TO FANNY KEATS April 17, 1819?
35698	TO JOSEPH SEVERN Dec. 6?
35698	TO JOSEPH SEVERN Oct. 27?
35698	That if one be a Self- deluder accounts must be balanced?
35698	That is the nearest place-- or by our la''kin or lady kin, that is by the virgin Mary''s kindred, is there not a twig- manufacturer in Walthamstow?
35698	That was no wonder; but Goodman Delver, where was the wonder then?
35698	The occasion of my writing to- day is the enclosed letter-- by Postmark from Miss W----[49] Does she expect you in town George?
35698	The winged boy I knew: But who wast thou O happy happy dove?
35698	Then how can you be so unreasonable as to ask me why I did not?
35698	Then who would go Into dark Soho, And chatter with dack''d hair''d critics, When he can stay For the new- mown hay, And startle the dappled Prickets?
35698	Then, why are you at Carisbrooke?
35698	There are knotted oaks-- there are lusty rivulets?
35698	There, you rogue, I put you to the torture; but you must bring your philosophy to bear, as I do mine, really, or how should I be able to live?
35698	These Kirk- men have done Scotland good( Query?).
35698	They are great Men doubtless, but how are they to be compared to those our countrymen Milton and the two Sidneys?
35698	They really surprised me with super civility-- how did Mrs. A. manage it?
35698	Thieves and murderers would gain rank in the world, for would any of them have the poorness of spirit to condescend to be a Twang- dillo- dee?
35698	Through the medium of the Heart?
35698	To beg suffrages for a seat on the benches of a myriad- aristocracy in letters?
35698	Trimmer?
35698	Wait for the issue of this Tragedy?
35698	Was I born for this end?
35698	Well, Hunt-- What about Hunt?
35698	Well, whispered Fanny to me, if it is born with us, how can we help it?
35698	Wentworth Place, Monday Morn--[ December 6?
35698	Wentworth Place, Wednesday[ October 27?
35698	Were I in health it would make me ill, and how can I bear it in my state?
35698	What Madam was it you?
35698	What are you doing this morning?
35698	What can I do?
35698	What can we do now?
35698	What could I do there?
35698	What could I have done without my Plaid?
35698	What do then?
35698	What do you have for breakfast, dinner, and supper?
35698	What is to be the end of this?
35698	What makes the great difference between valesmen, flatlandmen and mountaineers?
35698	What reparation can you make to me and my family?
35698	What sort of a place is Retford?
35698	What sort of shoes have you to fit those pretty feet of yours?
35698	What think you of this?
35698	What think you of £25,000?
35698	When I asked for letters at Port Patrick, the man asked what regiment?
35698	When I asked"Is Mrs. Wylie within?"
35698	Where are you now?--in Judea, Cappadocia, or the parts of Libya about Cyrene?
35698	Where can I look for consolation or ease?
35698	Where do you sup?
35698	Where''s the Maid Whose lip mature is ever new?
35698	Where''s the cheek that doth not fade, Too much gaz''d at?
35698	Where''s the eye, however blue, Doth not weary?
35698	Where''s the face One would meet in every place?
35698	Where''s the voice however soft One would hear too oft and oft?
35698	Where?
35698	Where_ might_ my Taylor live?
35698	Which is the best of Shakspeare''s plays?
35698	Which, by the bye, will be a capital motto for my poem, wo n''t it?
35698	Whisper''d I, and touch''d his brow;"What art thou?
35698	Who can help it?
35698	Who could wish to be among the common- place crowd of the little famous-- who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?
35698	Who would be Braggadochio to Johnny Bull?
35698	Who would expect to find the ruins of a fine Cathedral Church, of Cloisters Colleges Monasteries and Nunneries in so remote an Island?
35698	Who would live in a region of Mists, Game Laws, indemnity Bills, etc., when there is such a place as Italy?
35698	Why be teased with"nice- eyed wagtails,"when we have in sight"the Cherub Contemplation"?
35698	Why did I laugh?
35698	Why did I not stop at Oxford in my way?
35698	Why did he make you believe that he was a man of property?
35698	Why have you not written to me?
35698	Why not live sweetly as in the green trees?
35698	Why pretty thing could you not live with me?
35698	Why should the_ old_ Cat come to me?
35698	Why should we be owls, when we can be eagles?
35698	Why should we kick against the Pricks, when we can walk on Roses?
35698	Why with Wordsworth''s"Matthew with a bough of wilding in his hand,"when we can have Jacques"under an oak,"etc.?
35698	Why would you leave me-- sweet dove why?
35698	Why, did I not promise to do so?
35698	Will it be before you have passed?
35698	Will not this do?
35698	Will the little bairn have made his entrance before you have this?
35698	Will you have the goodness to do this?
35698	With what sensation do you read Fielding?--and do not Hogarth''s pictures seem an old thing to you?
35698	Would it not be a good speck to send you some vine roots-- could it be done?
35698	Ye tight little fairy just fresh from the dairy, Will ye give me some cream if I ask it?
35698	Yet may I not in this be free from sin?
35698	Yet when I consider that a sheet of paper contains room only for three pages and a half, how can I do justice to such a pregnant subject?
35698	You ask,''Are we gratified by the cruelties of Domitian or Nero?''
35698	You know a good number of English ladies; what encomium could you give of half a dozen of them?
35698	You, sir, do you not all this?
35698	[ 104] So copied by Woodhouse: query"battle- axe"?
35698	[ 31]_ Sic_: for"unpaid"?
35698	[ 95] For"put together"?
35698	[ April 17, 1819?]
35698	[ Hampstead, March 1818?]
35698	[ London,] Sunday Evening[ March 2, 1817?].
35698	[ March 29?
35698	and how is the heart to become this Medium but in a world of Circumstances?
35698	and tell me who Has a Mistress so divine?
35698	and what are touchstones but provings of his heart, but fortifiers or alterers of his nature?
35698	and what art thou?"
35698	and what is this?"
35698	do you pay the Miss Birkbecks a morning visit-- have you any tea?
35698	do you put your hair in papers of a night?
35698	is not this a tooth?"
35698	is where do you hang out?
35698	let me see!--being half- drowned by falling from a precipice, is a very romantic affair: why should I not take it to myself?
35698	or do you milk- and- water with them-- What place of Worship do you go to-- the Quakers, the Moravians, the Unitarians, or the Methodists?
35698	or is it not true that here, as in other cases, the enormity of the evil overpowers and makes a convert of the imagination by its very magnitude?
35698	or thy smiles Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, By Bards who died content on pleasant sward, Leaving great verse unto a little clan?
35698	that is, is he capable of sinking up to his Middle in a Morass?
35698	thou and I are here sad and alone; Say, wherefore did I laugh?
35698	who can avoid these chances?
35698	who would not rest satisfied with his hintings at good and evil in the Paradise Lost, when just free from the Inquisition and burning in Smithfield?
35698	without mentioning lunch and bever,[98] and wet and snack-- and a bit to stay one''s stomach?