Questions

This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.

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232	And shall men be loath To plant, nor lavish of their pains?
232	Mark you what shivering thrills the horse''s frame, If but a waft the well- known gust conveys?
232	Move with what tears the Manes, with what voice The Powers of darkness?
232	Of Aethiop forests hoar with downy wool, Or how the Seres comb from off the leaves Their silky fleece?
232	Of Libya''s shepherds why the tale pursue?
232	Of groves which India bears, Ocean''s near neighbour, earth''s remotest nook, Where not an arrow- shot can cleave the air Above their tree- tops?
232	Of harsh Eurystheus who The story knows not, or that praiseless king Busiris, and his altars?
232	Or should I celebrate the sea that laves Her upper shores and lower?
232	Say what was he, what God, that fashioned forth This art for us, O Muses?
232	Thee, Larius, greatest and, Benacus, thee With billowy uproar surging like the main?
232	What more?
232	What need to tell of autumn''s storms and stars, And wherefore men must watch, when now the day Grows shorter, and more soft the summer''s heat?
232	What now Besteads him toil or service?
232	What of like praise can Bacchus''gifts afford?
232	What of the spotted ounce to Bacchus dear, Or warlike wolf- kin or the breed of dogs?
232	What of the youth, when love''s relentless might Stirs the fierce fire within his veins?
232	What should he do?
232	Where is now Thy love to me- ward banished from thy breast?
232	Who dare charge the sun With leasing?
232	Why sing their pastures and the scattered huts They house in?
232	Why tell how timorous stags the battle join?
232	Why trace Things mightier?
232	and thee?
232	fly whither, twice bereaved?
232	he lures the runnel; down it falls, Waking hoarse murmurs o''er the polished stones, And with its bubblings slakes the thirsty fields?
232	of man''s skill Whence came the new adventure?
232	or by whom Hath not the tale been told of Hylas young, Latonian Delos and Hippodame, And Pelops for his ivory shoulder famed, Keen charioteer?
232	or those broad lakes?
232	or what wouldst thou hence?
232	to have turned The heavy sod with ploughshare?
232	wherefore didst thou bid me hope for heaven?
785	Again, Where can the billows yield a way, so long As ever the fish are powerless to go?
785	Again, behold we not the monuments Of heroes, now in ruins, asking us, In their turn likewise, if we do n''t believe They also age with eld?
785	Again, gold unto gold Doth not one substance bind, and only one?
785	Again, shall taste Accuse this touch or shall the nose confute Or eyes defeat it?
785	Again, why never hurtles Jupiter A bolt upon the lands nor pours abroad Clap upon clap, when skies are cloudless all?
785	Again, why see we among objects some Of heavier weight, but of no bulkier size?
785	And O how Canst thou believe he shoots at one same time Into diverse directions?
785	And first, Why doth the mind of one to whom the whim To think has come behold forthwith that thing?
785	And hast thou never marked With what a force the water will disgorge Timber and beam?
785	And is not brass by tin joined unto brass?
785	And out of what does Ether feed the stars?
785	And seest thou not how those whom mutual pleasure Hath bound are tortured in their common bonds?
785	And seest thou not, indeed, How widely one small water- spring may wet The meadow- lands at times and flood the fields?
785	And so I''ll follow on, and whereso''er thou set The extreme coasts, I''ll query,"what becomes Thereafter of thy spear?"
785	And the mare''s filly why not trained so well As sturdy strength of steed?
785	And the rest Of all those monsters slain, even if alive, Unconquered still, what injury could they do?
785	And too, when all is said, What evil lust of life is this so great Subdues us to live, so dreadfully distraught In perils and alarms?
785	And what besides of those first particles Whence soul and mind must fashioned be?--Seest not How nice and how minute?
785	And what is there so horrible appears?
785	And what motions, too, They give and get among themselves?
785	And why Doth he himself allow it, nor spare the same Even for his enemies?
785	And why is never a child''s a prudent soul?
785	And, contrariwise, if wills he to o''erwhelm us, Quite off our guard, with fire, why thunders he Off in yon quarter, so that we may shun?
785	BOOK V PROEM O WHO can build with puissant breast a song Worthy the majesty of these great finds?
785	Beside these matters, why Doth nature feed and foster on land and sea The dreadful breed of savage beasts, the foes Of the human clan?
785	Besides are seeds of soul there left behind In the breathless body, or not?
785	Besides, if''tis his will that we beware Against the lightning- stroke, why feareth he To grant us power for to behold the shot?
785	But ask the mourner what''s the bitterness That man should waste in an eternal grief, If, after all, the thing''s but sleep and rest?
785	But should some say that always souls of men Go into human bodies, I will ask: How can a wise become a dullard soul?
785	For hast thou not observed How eyes, essaying to perceive the fine, Will strain in preparation, otherwise Unable sharply to perceive at all?
785	For how, I ask, can things so varied be, If formed of fire, single and pure?
785	For what could hurt us now that mighty maw Of Nemeaean Lion, or what the Boar Who bristled in Arcadia?
785	For what may we surmise A blow inflicted can achieve besides Shaking asunder and loosening all apart?
785	For where can scaly creatures forward dart, Save where the waters give them room?
785	For which will last against the grip and crush Under the teeth of death?
785	For whither shall we make appeal?
785	For who of us Wondereth if some one gets into his joints A fever, gathering head with fiery heat, Or any other dolorous disease Along his members?
785	For why could he mark everything by words And utter the various sounds of tongue, what time The rest may be supposed powerless To do the same?
785	How stars and constellations drop to earth, Seest not?
785	Indeed, and were there not For each its procreant atoms, could things have Each its unalterable mother old?
785	Is''t not serener far than any sleep?
785	Nay, why, then, aim they at eternal wastes, And spend themselves in vain?--perchance, even so To exercise their arms and strengthen shoulders?
785	Now what is there so sad about it all?
785	O why most oft Aims he at lofty places?
785	O why not rather make an end of life, Of labour?
785	Or darest thou Contend that never hath it come to pass That divers strokes have happened at one time?
785	Or do the idols watch upon our will, And doth an image unto us occur, Directly we desire-- if heart prefer The sea, the land, or after all the sky?
785	Or else the air?
785	Or how can mind wax strong Coequally with body and attain The craved flower of life, unless it be The body''s colleague in its origins?
785	Or how, when thus restored, may daedal Earth Foster and plenish with her ancient food, Which, kind by kind, she offers unto each?
785	Or lest its house, Outworn by venerable length of days, May topple down upon it?
785	Or shall the ears have power to blame the eyes, Or yet the touch the ears?
785	Or what new factor could, After so long a time, inveigle them-- The hitherto reposeful-- to desire To change their former life?
785	Or what''s the purport of its going forth From aged limbs?--fears it, perhaps, to stay, Pent in a crumbled body?
785	Or, again, O what could Cretan Bull, or Hydra, pest Of Lerna, fenced with vipers venomous?
785	Our gratefulness, O what emoluments could it confer Upon Immortals and upon the Blessed That they should take a step to manage aught For sake of us?
785	Seest thou not also how the clouds be sped By contrary winds to regions contrary, The lower clouds diversely from the upper?
785	Seest thou not, Besides, how drops of water falling down Against the stones at last bore through the stones?
785	Then for what reason shoots he at the sea?-- What sacrilege have waves and bulk of brine And floating fields of foam been guilty of?
785	Then what the difference''twixt the sum and least?
785	Then, why may yonder stars in ether there Along their mighty orbits not be borne By currents opposite the one to other?
785	What marvel, then, that mind doth lose the rest, Save those to which''thas given up itself?
785	What power, in sum, Can raise with agile leap our body aloft, Save energy of mind which steers the limbs?
785	What then?
785	What, then''s, the principle?
785	Whence may the water- springs, beneath the sea, Or inland rivers, far and wide away, Keep the unfathomable ocean full?
785	Wherefore stalks at large Death, so untimely?
785	Whither have sunk so oft so many deeds Of heroes?
785	Why behold we Marks of his lightnings most on mountain tops?
785	Why do the seasons bring Distempers with them?
785	Why do those deeds live no more, Ingrafted in eternal monuments Of glory?
785	Why rouseth he beforehand darkling air And the far din and rumblings?
785	Why suffer they the Father''s javelin To be so blunted on the earth?
785	Why this bemoaning and beweeping death?
785	for what More certain than our senses can there be Whereby to mark asunder error and truth?
785	the blood?
785	the bones?
785	the fire?
785	the moist?
785	which then?
785	why keep we not Some footprints of the things we did of, old?
785	why not with mind content Take now, thou fool, thy unafflicted rest?