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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17192 | Are ye eyes that did undo me? |
17192 | From what misty foundation did it rise slowly to a music slowly breathed? |
17192 | Underneath that calm white forehead, are ye ever burning torrid O''er the desolate sand- desert of my heart and life undone?''" |
17192 | What have we? |
17192 | What is the result? |
17192 | What things go to the making of a poem,--and how true in this, as in most else, that race which named its bards"the makers"? |
17192 | What, then, gave the poet his clue to_ The Raven_? |
1062 | Amontillado? 1062 And the motto?" |
1062 | How long have you had that cough? |
1062 | How? |
1062 | How? |
1062 | Nitre? |
1062 | Whither? |
1062 | Who dares,--he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood near him--"who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? |
1062 | You do not comprehend? |
1062 | You? 1062 A mason? |
1062 | A pipe? |
1062 | But is it not getting late? |
1062 | No? |
1062 | Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? |
10031 | And is thy heart so strong[ 1] As for to leave me thus, That have loved thee so long, In wealth and woe among? 10031 And when,"I said,"is this most melancholy of topics most poetical?" |
10031 | Born again? |
10031 | Is it so strong As for to leave me thus, That have loved thee so long, In wealth and woe among? 10031 Now, we have no doubt this is all true: we_ will_ believe it, indeed we will, Mr, W. Is it sympathy for the sheep you wish to excite? |
10031 | What was meant by the invective against him who had no music in his soul? 10031 Who have loved thee so long, In wealth and woe among, And is thy heart so strong? |
10031 | ''Tantæne animis?'' |
10031 | (_ places her hand on his shoulder_) what art thou dreaming? |
10031 | --what''s the matter? |
10031 | 1835? |
10031 | A crucifix whereon to register This sacred vow? |
10031 | Am I not-- am I not sorely-- grievously tempted To take thee at thy word? |
10031 | And do I love? |
10031 | And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? |
10031 | And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus? |
10031 | And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus? |
10031 | And lovest thou_ me_? |
10031 | And pride, what have I now with thee? |
10031 | And what if, in the evening light, Betrothed lovers walk in sight Of my low monument? |
10031 | And what, if cheerful shouts at noon, Come, from the village sent, Or songs of maids, beneath the moon, With fairy laughter blent? |
10031 | And when did the radiant Una ask anything of her Monos in vain? |
10031 | And while I thus spoke, did there not cross your mind some thought of the_ physical power of words_? |
10031 | And why, Agathos, should they have proceeded? |
10031 | And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow--"Shadow,"said he,"Where can it be-- This land of Eldorado?" |
10031 | Are these green tombs theirs?--or do they yield up their sweet lives as mankind yield up their own? |
10031 | Art thou not Lalage, and I Politian? |
10031 | At what point? |
10031 | Balderstone? |
10031 | Before those whom thou lovest-- Before all Rome I''ll taunt thee, villain,--I''ll taunt thee, Dost hear? |
10031 | But does not The Most High know all? |
10031 | But the memory of past sorrow, is it not present joy? |
10031 | But, since we grow hourly in knowledge, must not_ at last_ all things be known? |
10031 | Can I do aught?--is there no further aid Thou needest, Jacinta? |
10031 | Can great minds descend to such absurdity? |
10031 | Castiglione die? |
10031 | Could angels be blest?) |
10031 | Did I dream, or did I hear Politian was a_ melancholy_ man? |
10031 | Did I not tell you? |
10031 | Did I sigh? |
10031 | Did I sigh? |
10031 | Didst thou not hear it_ then_? |
10031 | Didst thou not speak of faith And vows before the throne? |
10031 | Do I not love-- art thou not beautiful-- What need we more? |
10031 | Do you mean to say that the Creator is not God? |
10031 | Doth o''er us pass, when, as th''expanding eye To the loved object-- so the tear to the lid Will start, which lately slept in apathy? |
10031 | Falling-- her veriest stepping- stone Shall form the pedestal of a throne-- And who her sovereign? |
10031 | Gay, volatile and giddy-- is he not, And little given to thinking? |
10031 | Give me to live yet-- yet a little while:''Tis I who pray for life-- I who so late Demanded but to die!--What sayeth the Count? |
10031 | Ha!--am I right? |
10031 | Ha!--draw?--and villain? |
10031 | Had she a brother? |
10031 | Had she a sister? |
10031 | Hast thou a crucifix fit for this thing? |
10031 | Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? |
10031 | Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? |
10031 | Heard I aright? |
10031 | Him!--Whom? |
10031 | His"Fair Ines"had always for me an inexpressible charm: O saw ye not fair Ines? |
10031 | How fares good Ugo?--and when is it to be? |
10031 | How shall the burial rite be read? |
10031 | How, in thy father''s halls, among the maidens Pure and reproachless of thy princely line, Could the dishonored Lalage abide? |
10031 | I do remember it-- what of it-- what then? |
10031 | I speak to him-- he speaks of Lalage? |
10031 | I was ambitious-- have you known The passion, father? |
10031 | I will be minute in relating all, but at what point shall the weird narrative begin? |
10031 | I''the pouts? |
10031 | I_ am_ the Earl of Leicester, and thou seest, Dost thou not, that I am here? |
10031 | In Aidenn? |
10031 | Is not every word an impulse on the air? |
10031 | Is_ all_ that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? |
10031 | It appears then that the world judge correctly, why should you be ashamed of their favorable judgment?'' |
10031 | It can not be the Earl? |
10031 | Look''round thee now on Samarcand!-- Is she not queen of Earth? |
10031 | Madam, what is it? |
10031 | Methinks thou hast a singular way of showing Thy happiness-- what ails thee, cousin of mine? |
10031 | Of the Earl Politian? |
10031 | Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear? |
10031 | Oh, wilt thou-- wilt thou Fly to that Paradise-- my Lalage, wilt thou Fly thither with me? |
10031 | On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon has tempted me here? |
10031 | Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? |
10031 | Or, capriciously still, Like the lone Albatross,[ 23] Incumbent on night( As she on the air) To keep watch with delight On the harmony there? |
10031 | Politian Of Britain, Earl of Leicester? |
10031 | Poor Lalage!--and is it come to this? |
10031 | Remember? |
10031 | Retire!--so soon? |
10031 | Shall I be baffled thus?--now this is well; Didst say thou_ darest_ not? |
10031 | The requiem for the loveliest dead, That ever died so young? |
10031 | The solemn song be sung? |
10031 | Then all motion, of whatever nature, creates? |
10031 | There is-- what voice was that? |
10031 | Thou wilt not fight with me didst say, Sir Count? |
10031 | Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as through a Naples bonnet-- Trash of all trash!--how_ can_ a lady don it? |
10031 | Thy wife, and with a tainted memory-- My seared and blighted name, how would it tally With the ancestral honors of thy house, And with thy glory? |
10031 | Was I much mourned, my Eiros? |
10031 | Was it not On yesterday we were speaking of the Earl? |
10031 | Was it not so? |
10031 | Were there no bonny dames at home, Or no true lovers here, That he should cross the seas to win The dearest of the dear? |
10031 | What ails thee, Earl Politian? |
10031 | What ails thee, sir? |
10031 | What answer was it you brought me, good Baldazzar? |
10031 | What are you talking of? |
10031 | What didst thou say, Jacinta? |
10031 | What didst thou say, Jacinta? |
10031 | What matters it-- What matters it, my fairest, and my best, That we go down unhonored and forgotten Into the dust-- so we descend together? |
10031 | What though that light, thro''storm and night, So trembled from afar-- What could there be more purely bright In Truth''s day star? |
10031 | What would be the result of a_ total extraction of the nitrogen_? |
10031 | Who spoke the words? |
10031 | Who was her father? |
10031 | Whom have we here? |
10031 | Why and what art thou dreaming here? |
10031 | Why didst thou sigh so deeply? |
10031 | Why do you call me Eiros? |
10031 | Why do you laugh? |
10031 | Why dost thou pause, Politian? |
10031 | Why dost thou pause, Politian? |
10031 | Why dost thou turn so pale? |
10031 | Why need I paint, Charmion, the now disenchained frenzy of mankind? |
10031 | Why preyest thou thus upon the poet''s heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities How should he love thee? |
10031 | Wilt thou, my good Jacinta, be so kind As go down in the library and bring me The Holy Evangelists? |
10031 | Yes!--is it he you mean? |
10031 | You surely were mistaken in what you said Of the Earl, mirthful, indeed!--which of us said Politian was a melancholy man? |
10031 | [ 26] What guilty spirit, in what shrubbery dim Heard not the stirring summons of that hymn? |
10031 | _ What_ didst thou say? |
10031 | and why of them to be? |
10031 | can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? |
10031 | can I not save_ One_ from the pitiless wave? |
10031 | ha!--now did I? |
10031 | her pride Above all cities? |
10031 | in all beside Of glory which the world hath known Stands she not nobly and alone? |
10031 | in her hand Their destinies? |
10031 | is it thou? |
10031 | is it thy will On the breezes to toss? |
10031 | said I? |
10031 | these gray stones-- are they all-- All of the famed, and the colossal left By the corrosive Hours to Fate and me? |
10031 | thou canst not say Thou hearest not_ now_, Baldazzar? |
10031 | what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? |
10031 | what was love made for, if''tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame? |
10031 | what wouldst thou have me do? |
10031 | where( and ye may seek the wide skies over) Was Love, the blind, near sober Duty known? |
10031 | why art thou moved? |
10031 | will they cross me in my angrier path?) |
10031 | with_ cowardice_--thou_ wilt not_ fight me? |
10031 | yet stay!--what was it thou saidst of prayer And penitence? |