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.
identifier | question |
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35848 | ''And how can the soul be expected To form an ideal of taste, When nothing but poles are erected Around in a watery waste?'' |
35848 | ''And wilt thou leave me sweating In need and pain away? |
35848 | ''How will it end? |
35848 | ''I feel in head and belly All pains that man annoy; This time''ts the neck, I tell ye; Where is my jolly boy?'' |
35848 | ''If you have had your stitches, I, too, have grief, d''ye know? |
35848 | ''Is that the way a writer Makes the world calls great? |
35848 | ''Is''t thus a pious pastor On his flock should meditate? |
35848 | ''Ye gentlemen, hear what I''m singing: The public need sleep-- do you mind? |
35848 | And Klausen''s landlord sad will say,''By Jove-- whence did those fellows stray? |
35848 | And curséd both coarse and fine; And asked,''How much is the swindle For your sour and nasty wine? |
35848 | And make you cry for mercy? |
35848 | And this petrifideal ditty? |
35848 | But bide yon star- gazing spitefuls!--bide? |
35848 | But what''s to stop it? |
35848 | Can no one get a drop of wine By night at half- past''leven?'' |
35848 | Can no one get a drop of wine By night at half- past''leven?'' |
35848 | Can no one get a drop of wine By night at half- past''leven?'' |
35848 | Can no one get a drop of wine By night at half- past''leven?'' |
35848 | Das war der Herr von Rodenstein, Der sprach:''Das Gott mir helf, Giebt''s nirgend mehr''n Tropfen Wein Des Nachts um halber Zwölf? |
35848 | Der Herr vom Rodensteine Sprach fiebrig und schabab:''Ungern duld''ich alleine Wo steckt mein treuer Knapp? |
35848 | Gatter stéla? |
35848 | Gatter wela? |
35848 | Giebt''s nirgends mehr ein''Tropfen Wein Des Nachts um halber Zwölf?'' |
35848 | Great God, is there no wine about By night at half- past''leven?'' |
35848 | Hans Schleuning, Stabstrompeter mein, Bist untreu oder todt? |
35848 | Hans Schleuning, trumpeter of mine, Art thou untrue or dead? |
35848 | Herr Wirth, das Gott mir helf, Giebt''s nirgend''nen Tropfen Wein Des Nachts um halber Zwölf?'' |
35848 | How comes my brave old fugle- man In such a company?'' |
35848 | I. Wer reit''t mit zwanzig Knappen ein Zu Heidelberg i m Hirschen? |
35848 | Is that our reward, because well behaved? |
35848 | Is''t decent, let me know? |
35848 | It was the Herr von Rodenstein Who cried,''By God in Heaven, Why ca n''t I find a drop of wine By night at half- past''leven? |
35848 | Lebst noch und hebst noch? |
35848 | Lebst noch? |
35848 | Meant that the flock of birds Which three days past went croaking to the left hand side? |
35848 | My mind is lost for ever, I only grow in the liver; They never ask,''Is she gentle and fair?'' |
35848 | Of nights, like storm- winds howling, You hear the knight in rage; The Rodenstein loud growling, Who asks,''Where is my page? |
35848 | Oh thou Chimæra Tavern, what is pleasanter Than entering as a guest into thy guest- chamber? |
35848 | Oh, ca n''t you leave me wine enough For a gentleman to show?'' |
35848 | Oh, sceptic mortal-- brassy, bold, Wilt thou my words deride? |
35848 | Said that the oxen''s, entrails enigmatical? |
35848 | Say,--what did the Prince Bibesco, Servia''s grey old hospodar, In the Castle of Gradesco, By the town of Temesvar? |
35848 | So giant lazy, giant big, In the prim-- rim-- æval wood? |
35848 | So they goaded and jeered the lover forlorn,--''Art thou yearning for rainy weather? |
35848 | Some day I''ll catch you-- curse ye? |
35848 | The Abbot Duckfoot-- Holy John, Came waddling in and grumbling:''What is''t so late, when the feast is done, To fiddles ye are mumbling? |
35848 | They only ask,''What weight will she bear? |
35848 | Warum diese meist i m Frühling? |
35848 | Warum meistens nur die Jüngern? |
35848 | Was hängt denn dort bewegungslos Zum Knaul zusammgeballt So riesenfaul und riesengross I m Ururururwald? |
35848 | Wer wankt zu Fusse ganz allein Gen Heidelberg zum Hirschen? |
35848 | What hangs there like a frozen pig, Or knot all twisted rude? |
35848 | What is your will, John? |
35848 | Where is my faithful page? |
35848 | Where is there peace to- day? |
35848 | Who is it rides with twenty spears, Straight to the Stag Inn going? |
35848 | Who trots afoot alone to dine, Still to the Stag a rover? |
35848 | [ 3] Who was it this song did write? |
35848 | oh, John, was kummst du net by? |
35848 | said he mournfully,''Was that the end of''t? |
35848 | why not hasten to me? |
35848 | wretched general, Knowest thou not that such our men are all? |