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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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?
35848And Klausen''s landlord sad will say,''By Jove-- whence did those fellows stray?
35848And curséd both coarse and fine; And asked,''How much is the swindle For your sour and nasty wine?
35848And make you cry for mercy?
35848And this petrifideal ditty?
35848But bide yon star- gazing spitefuls!--bide?
35848But what''s to stop it?
35848Can no one get a drop of wine By night at half- past''leven?''
35848Can no one get a drop of wine By night at half- past''leven?''
35848Can no one get a drop of wine By night at half- past''leven?''
35848Can no one get a drop of wine By night at half- past''leven?''
35848Das war der Herr von Rodenstein, Der sprach:''Das Gott mir helf, Giebt''s nirgend mehr''n Tropfen Wein Des Nachts um halber Zwölf?
35848Der Herr vom Rodensteine Sprach fiebrig und schabab:''Ungern duld''ich alleine Wo steckt mein treuer Knapp?
35848Gatter stéla?
35848Gatter wela?
35848Giebt''s nirgends mehr ein''Tropfen Wein Des Nachts um halber Zwölf?''
35848Great God, is there no wine about By night at half- past''leven?''
35848Hans Schleuning, Stabstrompeter mein, Bist untreu oder todt?
35848Hans Schleuning, trumpeter of mine, Art thou untrue or dead?
35848Herr Wirth, das Gott mir helf, Giebt''s nirgend''nen Tropfen Wein Des Nachts um halber Zwölf?''
35848How comes my brave old fugle- man In such a company?''
35848I. Wer reit''t mit zwanzig Knappen ein Zu Heidelberg i m Hirschen?
35848Is that our reward, because well behaved?
35848Is''t decent, let me know?
35848It 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?
35848Lebst noch und hebst noch?
35848Lebst noch?
35848Meant that the flock of birds Which three days past went croaking to the left hand side?
35848My mind is lost for ever, I only grow in the liver; They never ask,''Is she gentle and fair?''
35848Of nights, like storm- winds howling, You hear the knight in rage; The Rodenstein loud growling, Who asks,''Where is my page?
35848Oh thou Chimæra Tavern, what is pleasanter Than entering as a guest into thy guest- chamber?
35848Oh, ca n''t you leave me wine enough For a gentleman to show?''
35848Oh, sceptic mortal-- brassy, bold, Wilt thou my words deride?
35848Said that the oxen''s, entrails enigmatical?
35848Say,--what did the Prince Bibesco, Servia''s grey old hospodar, In the Castle of Gradesco, By the town of Temesvar?
35848So giant lazy, giant big, In the prim-- rim-- æval wood?
35848So they goaded and jeered the lover forlorn,--''Art thou yearning for rainy weather?
35848Some day I''ll catch you-- curse ye?
35848The Abbot Duckfoot-- Holy John, Came waddling in and grumbling:''What is''t so late, when the feast is done, To fiddles ye are mumbling?
35848They only ask,''What weight will she bear?
35848Warum diese meist i m Frühling?
35848Warum meistens nur die Jüngern?
35848Was hängt denn dort bewegungslos Zum Knaul zusammgeballt So riesenfaul und riesengross I m Ururururwald?
35848Wer wankt zu Fusse ganz allein Gen Heidelberg zum Hirschen?
35848What hangs there like a frozen pig, Or knot all twisted rude?
35848What is your will, John?
35848Where is my faithful page?
35848Where is there peace to- day?
35848Who is it rides with twenty spears, Straight to the Stag Inn going?
35848Who trots afoot alone to dine, Still to the Stag a rover?
35848[ 3] Who was it this song did write?
35848oh, John, was kummst du net by?
35848said he mournfully,''Was that the end of''t?
35848why not hasten to me?
35848wretched general, Knowest thou not that such our men are all?