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 |
|---|---|
| 30451 | Ah what can ail thee, wretched wight, So haggard and so woe- begone? |
| 30451 | Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering? |
| 30451 | Ay, where are they? |
| 30451 | Ay, where are they? |
| 30451 | But were there ever any Writh''d not at passed joy? |
| 30451 | But what will Fanny think of such a letter? |
| 30451 | Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep? |
| 30451 | To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead''st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? |
| 30451 | What has he, indeed, to offer, worth her taking? |
| 30451 | What little town by river or sea- shore, Or mountain- built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn? |
| 30451 | What mad pursuit? |
| 30451 | What men or gods are these? |
| 30451 | What pipes and timbrels? |
| 30451 | What struggle to escape? |
| 30451 | What wild ecstasy? |
| 30451 | Where are the songs of Spring? |
| 30451 | Where are the songs of Spring? |
| 30451 | Who are these coming to the sacrifice? |
| 30451 | Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? |
| 30451 | what maidens loath? |
| 31682 | Ah what can ail thee, knight- at- arms, So haggard and so woe- begone? 31682 Ah what can ail thee, knight- at- arms,[24] Alone and palely loitering? |
| 31682 | Was it a vision or a waking dream? 31682 What island do your friends propose retiring to? |
| 31682 | ''Fair Cupid, whence is this?'' |
| 31682 | ( 3)"Where are the songs of spring-- ay, where are they? |
| 31682 | ***** Cynthia, I can not tell the greater blisses That followed thine and thy dear shepherd''s kisses: Was there a poet born?" |
| 31682 | Ah who can e''er forget so fair a being? |
| 31682 | Beauty was awake-- Why were ye not awake? |
| 31682 | Do you suppose it possible I could ever leave you? |
| 31682 | Fled is that music-- do I wake or sleep?" |
| 31682 | He has been dilating on the splendours of British poetry of the great era, say Spenser to Milton, and then proceeds--"Could all this be forgotten? |
| 31682 | How can it when I have_ no_ nature? |
| 31682 | How could I slight you? |
| 31682 | I can not help it-- who can help it? |
| 31682 | If then he has no self, and if I am a poet, where is the wonder that I should say I would write no more? |
| 31682 | Is it because they fall so far beneath my boyish imagination? |
| 31682 | Is there another life? |
| 31682 | Might I not at that very instant have been cogitating on the characters of Saturn and Ops? |
| 31682 | My love, will it? |
| 31682 | My sweet Fanny, will your heart never change? |
| 31682 | Ought he to have sunk in that way because a few quizzers told him that he was an apothecary''s apprentice?" |
| 31682 | Shall I awake and find all this a dream? |
| 31682 | Shall I give you Miss Brawne? |
| 31682 | Such are"Teignmouth,""Where be you going, you Devon maid?" |
| 31682 | The final phrase"Was there a poet born?" |
| 31682 | The motto on its title- page is from Spenser--"What more felicity can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with liberty?" |
| 31682 | The question remains-- In what spirit did Keats meet his critics? |
| 31682 | The sonnets,"To Sleep"("O soft embalmer of the still midnight"),"Why did I laugh to- night?" |
| 31682 | The"Why did I laugh to- night?" |
| 31682 | Was he greatly distressed, or defiant and retaliatory, or substantially indifferent? |
| 31682 | Were I in health, it would make me ill, and how can I bear it in my state? |
| 31682 | Who can forget her half- retiring sweets? |
| 31682 | Will my arm be ever round you again, and, if so, shall I be obliged to leave you again? |
| 31682 | [ 10] I should have delighted in setting off for London for the sensation merely-- for what should I do there? |
| 31682 | how threaten to leave you? |
| 31682 | may without violence be understood as implying,"Ought not the loves of Artemis and Endymion to beget their poet, and why should not I be that poet?" |
| 21272 | ''And did you wear whiskers?'' |
| 21272 | ''And this?'' |
| 21272 | ''And was he?'' |
| 21272 | ''And where did you get this?'' |
| 21272 | ''How could I have dreamed the French prisoners were watched over like a female charity school, kept in a grotesque livery, and shaved twice a week?'' |
| 21272 | ''It''s of no use flipping at the Flaming Tinman with your left hand,''she said,''why do n''t you use your right?'' |
| 21272 | ''What?'' |
| 21272 | ''Where,''he asks,''are the amusing books from voracious students and habitual writers?'' |
| 21272 | ''Why speculate upon it?'' |
| 21272 | ''Yes,''said the second,''pleasant, is n''t it?'' |
| 21272 | ''You have got a silver plate let into yer head, have n''t ye, corp''el?'' |
| 21272 | A moment afterwards he added reflectively,''But how may I hope to withdraw a book from that which it has never had?'' |
| 21272 | And what should more directly lead to charitable thoughts?'' |
| 21272 | Did Lyly not grow wearied of perpetually riding these alliterative trick- ponies? |
| 21272 | Do it, corp''el?'' |
| 21272 | Envious admiration might prompt a less successful writer to exclaim,''Well, is n''t that enough?'' |
| 21272 | For to what greater extent could one trespass upon an author''s patience, energy, brown paper, string, and commodities generally? |
| 21272 | He published controversial tracts:''Did So- and- So believe so- and- so or something quite different?'' |
| 21272 | How much of what is most gravely stated here did John Lyly actually believe? |
| 21272 | May we not say that the final test of great literature is that it be able to be read in the manner here indicated? |
| 21272 | My God, is that life?'' |
| 21272 | Of how many men can it be said, as it_ can_ be said of him, that he was sick all his days and never uttered a whimper? |
| 21272 | Ought one to look for it in a book confessedly unsatisfactory to its author, and a book which was left incomplete? |
| 21272 | Out of forty or fifty observations which she makes, the most extraordinary concerns her father; she says,''Is n''t dear papa delightful?'' |
| 21272 | Perhaps you''ve noticed that she''s got a pretty side to her face as well as a plain one?'' |
| 21272 | Say to him that you yourself liked to read a catalogue, and his response was pretty sure to be,''Pleasant, is n''t it?'' |
| 21272 | The reader may imagine some such conversation between the great collector and one of his dazzled visitors:--''Pray, how did you come by this?'' |
| 21272 | To which the Bibliotaph triumphantly replied,''What other motive is there for reading it at all?'' |
| 21272 | True, he forgot his lines at one place, but what is a prompter for if not to act in such an emergency? |
| 21272 | Was it a breath of summer air from Isis that swept out of those pages, which were as white as snow in spite of the lapse of nearly two centuries? |
| 21272 | Was it this that made him so gentle in his unaffected manly way? |
| 21272 | What have golfers, and tennis- players, and makers of century runs to do with croquet? |
| 21272 | What if we are unmannerly or unchivalrous toward them? |
| 21272 | What is one to make of the colorless expression''a fine style of countenance of the lengthened sort''? |
| 21272 | What kind of employment is that for an immortal soul?'' |
| 21272 | Whereupon the corporal,''with a sense that his time was getting wasted,''inquired:''Do she want to see or hear any more, or do n''t she?'' |
| 21272 | Whether your heart is all right turns out a matter of minor importance; but--_are your clothes all right_? |
| 21272 | Yet why should one envy him his money, or his unerring hand and eye? |
| 21272 | You think this a poor philosophy? |
| 21272 | _ Can you imagine Charles Lamb in the act of reading that book?_ If you can; it''s literature; if you ca n''t, it is n''t. |
| 35733 | Can you take it as a compliment that I prefer to trouble you? |
| 35733 | ''Tis pity Keats is dead.--I suppose you could not venture to publish a sonnet in which he is mentioned now? |
| 35733 | But what was the object of that article? |
| 35733 | But who else could have been the author? |
| 35733 | During the same month he wrote to John Gisborne:"What think you of Lord Byron now? |
| 35733 | He wrote that"Are there not three of us?... |
| 35733 | How are the_ Nymphs_? |
| 35733 | How, indeed, could they wish for what they well knew was impossible? |
| 35733 | Hunt got into your new house? |
| 35733 | If he will say this to Reynolds, what would he to other people? |
| 35733 | Imagination and Fancy; or Selections from the English Poets... and an Essay in Answer to the Question"What is Poetry?" |
| 35733 | In a letter from Margate May 10, 1817, there is a curiously obscure reference to the_ Nymphs_:"How have you got on among them? |
| 35733 | In the preface to Mr. Shelley''s poems we are told that his''vessel bore out of sight with a favorable wind;''but what is that to the purpose? |
| 35733 | Is it your own? |
| 35733 | Mrs. Novello: seen Altam and his wife? |
| 35733 | N._: Yes( with a grin) it''s Mr. Hunt''s is n''t it? |
| 35733 | October(? |
| 35733 | On Byron''s saying,"What do you think, Mrs. Hunt? |
| 35733 | Or shall we call Cornelius, the grinder? |
| 35733 | Peacock has damned satire-- Ollier has damned Music-- Hazlitt has damned the bigoted and the blue- stockinged; how durst the Man?! |
| 35733 | Sometimes the prosaic quality of Hunt''s diction is due to its being pitched upon a merely"society"level:"May I come in? |
| 35733 | The goose is galloping-- why do n''t you stand in the stirrups?... |
| 35733 | Think you he nought but prison walls did see, Till, so unwilling thou unturn''dst the key? |
| 35733 | What are mountains, trees, heaths, or even glorious and ever beautiful sky, with such sunsets as I have seen at Hampstead, to friends? |
| 35733 | What can HE seriously hope from associating his name with such people as these? |
| 35733 | What do you think of that?" |
| 35733 | Where are you now?--in Judea, Cappadocia, or the parts of Lybia about Cyrene? |
| 35733 | Who but he could rhapsodize over a cut flower or a bit of green; or could speak in spring"of being gay and vernal and daffodilean? |
| 35733 | Who shall his fame impair When thou art dead, and all thy wretched crew?" |
| 35733 | Why did he not ask? |
| 35733 | Why should we be of the tribe of Manasseh when we can wander with Esau? |
| 35733 | Why should we kick against the Pricks, when we can walk on Roses?... |
| 35733 | Will thy harp''s dear strings No more yield music to the rapid play Of thy swift thoughts, now turned thou art to clay? |
| 35733 | Wilt be content to dwell with her, to share This sister''s love with me? |
| 35733 | You would not have had me leave him in the street with his family, would you? |
| 35733 | _ Gattie_: Hunt''s? |
| 35733 | and what would he have got by asking? |
| 35733 | think you he did wait? |
| 35733 | will he ne''er come back?" |
| 10119 | ''"Who killed John Keats?" |
| 10119 | ''Among your anathemas of the modern attempts in poetry do you include Keats''s_ Hyperion_? |
| 10119 | ''Do you know Leigh Hunt? |
| 10119 | ( 20) Can it be that the soul alone dies, when nothing else is annihilated? |
| 10119 | ( 3) Urania should now wake and weep; yet wherefore? |
| 10119 | ( 53) And thou, my heart, why linger and shrink? |
| 10119 | 47. Who mourns for Adonais? |
| 10119 | 5 Nought we know dies: shall that alone which knows Be as a sword consumed before the sheath By sightless lightning? |
| 10119 | Against what woman taken in adultery dares the foremost of these literary prostitutes to cast his opprobrious stone? |
| 10119 | And is not this extraordinary talk for the writer of_ Endymion_, whose mind was like a pack of scattered cards? |
| 10119 | Athwart what brow is that dark mantle thrown? |
| 10119 | But the first question is-- Does this cancelled stanza relate to a Mountain Shepherd at all? |
| 10119 | But why, out of the nine sisters, should the Muse of Astronomy be selected? |
| 10119 | Can Shelley have been ignorant of this? |
| 10119 | Has he left any poems or writings of whatsoever kind, and in whose possession are they? |
| 10119 | Have we existed before birth? |
| 10119 | In what manner can this concession be made an argument for its imperishability? |
| 10119 | It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, 5 A breaking billow;--even whilst we speak Is it not broken? |
| 10119 | Mr. Milman and Lord Byron? |
| 10119 | Our Adonais has drunk poison-- oh What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life''s early cup with such a draught of woe? |
| 10119 | The shocking absurdities of the popular philosophy of mind and matter, its fatal consequences in morals, and their[? |
| 10119 | To such lips as thine did it come, and was not sweetened? |
| 10119 | Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep!-- Yet wherefore? |
| 10119 | What Adonais is why fear we to become? |
| 10119 | What form leans sadly o''er the white death- bed, In mockery of monumental stone, The heavy heart heaving without a moan? |
| 10119 | What gnat did they strain at here, after having swallowed all those camels? |
| 10119 | What mortal was so cruel that could mix poison for thee, or who could give thee the venom that heard thy voice? |
| 10119 | What softer voice is hushed over the dead? |
| 10119 | Whence are we, and why are we? |
| 10119 | Where was lorn Urania When Adonais died? |
| 10119 | Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, When thy son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? |
| 10119 | Who is Urania? |
| 10119 | Why is she represented as the mother of Adonais( Keats), and the chief mourner for his untimely death? |
| 10119 | Why linger, why turn back, why shrink, my heart? |
| 10119 | _ What softer voice is hushed over the dead?_ The personage here referred to is Leigh Hunt. |
| 10119 | didst thou follow the chase, and, being so fair, why wert thou thus over- hardy to fight with beasts?'' |
| 10119 | didst thou follow the chase, and, being so fair, why wert thou thus over- hardy to fight with beasts?... |
| 10119 | of what scene The actors or spectators? |
| 10119 | shall the mind alone-- die and be annihilated? |
| 41688 | Now is not all this a most paltry thing to think about?... 41688 ''Boundly reverence'': what is boundly? 41688 -- In a like vein, recalling to Bailey a chance saying of hisWhy should woman suffer?" |
| 41688 | --"Aye, why should she?" |
| 41688 | Am I that same? |
| 41688 | Ay, where are they? |
| 41688 | But who''s afraid?" |
| 41688 | Could all this be forgotten? |
| 41688 | Could''st thou wish for lineage higher Than twin sister of Thalia? |
| 41688 | Did our old lamenting Thames Delight you? |
| 41688 | Do you not think this ominous of good?" |
| 41688 | From the clear space of ether, to the small Breath of new buds unfolding? |
| 41688 | From the meaning Of Jove''s large eyebrow, to the tender greening Of April meadows? |
| 41688 | Had you not better live with me?'' |
| 41688 | Has she not shown us all? |
| 41688 | Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings in the human mart? |
| 41688 | How many are there among us to whom such_ lacrymae rerum_ come not home? |
| 41688 | I asked hurriedly,''What is the matter? |
| 41688 | I can not tell the greater blisses That followed thine and thy dear shepherd''s kisses: Was there a poet born? |
| 41688 | I must absolutely get over this-- but how?" |
| 41688 | I say now, why not take out his pens first sometimes? |
| 41688 | If he will say this to Reynolds, what would he to other people? |
| 41688 | If then, he has no self, and if I am a poet, where is the wonder that I should say I would write no more? |
| 41688 | In line 102, after the word"Saturn,"stood the cancelled words--"What dost think? |
| 41688 | Is it because they fall so far beneath my boyish imagination? |
| 41688 | Is it she, or her steeds, that are to paw up against the light? |
| 41688 | Is it too daring to fancy Shakspeare this presider? |
| 41688 | Is the labour and the reward of poetry really and truly destined to be his? |
| 41688 | Is the line of Keats an echo or merely a coincidence? |
| 41688 | Might I not at that very instant have been cogitating on the characters of Saturn and Ops? |
| 41688 | Now is not all this a most paultry thing to think about?" |
| 41688 | O vulture- witch, hast never heard of mercy?" |
| 41688 | One is that beginning''Why did I laugh to- night?'' |
| 41688 | Or did ye stay to give a welcoming To some lone spirits who could proudly sing Their youth away, and die? |
| 41688 | Or did ye wholly bid adieu To regions where no more the laurel grew? |
| 41688 | Show''d me that Epic was of all the king, Round, vast, and spanning all like Saturn''s ring?" |
| 41688 | So many, and so many, and such glee? |
| 41688 | So many, and so many, and such glee? |
| 41688 | The occasion is the presence of his mistress at some dance:--"Who now with greedy looks, eats up my feast, What stare outfaces now my silver moon? |
| 41688 | These let us wish away,"-- stood the following:--"Ah what are they? |
| 41688 | This all? |
| 41688 | Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself: think of the earth: What bliss, even in hope, is there for thee? |
| 41688 | Was there a poet born? |
| 41688 | Were I in health it would make me ill, and how can I bear it in my state? |
| 41688 | What benefit canst thou do, or all thy tribe, To the great world? |
| 41688 | What haven? |
| 41688 | What is it, for instance, that imagination is asked to do? |
| 41688 | What shall he murmur with his latest breath, When his proud eye looks through the film of death?" |
| 41688 | What sort of a verb is''I green, thou greenest?'' |
| 41688 | Where are the songs of Spring? |
| 41688 | Who can help it? |
| 41688 | Who found for me the grandeur of the ode, Growing, like Atlas, stronger for its load? |
| 41688 | Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? |
| 41688 | Who let me taste that more than cordial dram, The sharp, the rapier- pointed epigram? |
| 41688 | Who read for me the sonnet swelling loudly Up to its climax, and then dying proudly? |
| 41688 | Why have ye left your bowers desolate, Your lutes, and gentler fate?'' |
| 41688 | Why have ye left your forest haunts, why left Your nuts in oak- tree cleft?'' |
| 41688 | Why were ye not awake? |
| 41688 | Would he have been able to make the rest also his own? |
| 41688 | and why paw? |
| 41688 | did ye never cluster round Delicious Avon, with a mournful sound, And weep? |
| 41688 | fly, or drive? |
| 41688 | prepare her steeds, Paw up against the light, and do strange deeds Upon the clouds? |
| 41688 | strong?] |
| 41688 | whither shall I flee? |
| 41688 | you are fevered?'' |
| 8509 | But say, what was it? 8509 Is this then the glorious return of Dante Alighieri to his country after nearly three lustres of suffering and exile? |
| 8509 | Now when Aldebaran was mounted high Above the starry Cassiopeia''s chair; or this? |
| 8509 | What more felicity can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with liberty, And to be lord of all the works of nature? 8509 [ 114] Did Dante believe himself to be one of these? |
| 8509 | [ 190] Who are they? 8509 [ 319] Is there any passage in any poet that so ripples and sparkles with simple delight as this? |
| 8509 | 213, 214):"And the angel answered and said,''Wherefore dost thou weep? |
| 8509 | And doth not he depart from the use of reason who doth not reason out the object of his life?" |
| 8509 | And here is a passage which Milton had read and remembered:--"And is there care in Heaven? |
| 8509 | And of such a one some might say, how is he dead and yet goes about? |
| 8509 | And what proof does Mr. Masson bring to confirm his theory? |
| 8509 | And why is even_ hug''st_ worse than Shakespeare''s"_ Young''st_ follower of thy drum"? |
| 8509 | And why? |
| 8509 | Anselmuccio''s_ Tu guardi si, padre, che hai_? |
| 8509 | But does the dislike of the double sibilant account for the dropping of the_ s_ in these cases? |
| 8509 | But how if it bore us, which after all is the fatal question? |
| 8509 | But how is it about Milton himself? |
| 8509 | But is not the_ riliero_ precisely the bridge by which the one art passes over into the territory of the other? |
| 8509 | But undervalued by whom? |
| 8509 | But what Scripture? |
| 8509 | But what does Mr. Masson mean by"continuous"? |
| 8509 | But what gives motion to the crystalline heaven( moral philosophy) itself? |
| 8509 | But who can doubt that he read with a bitter exultation, and applied to himself passages like these which follow? |
| 8509 | Can I not everywhere behold the mirrors of the sun and stars? |
| 8509 | Can these dry bones live? |
| 8509 | Could not the Muse defend her son? |
| 8509 | Did Milton write_ shoals_? |
| 8509 | Did an innocence, patent to all, merit this?--this, the perpetual sweat and toil of study? |
| 8509 | For example, does Hall profess to have traced Milton from the University to a"suburb sink"of London? |
| 8509 | For example, what profits a discussion of Milton''s[ Greek: hapax legomena], a matter in which accident is far more influential than choice? |
| 8509 | For us Occidentals he has a kindly prophetic word:--"And who in time knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue? |
| 8509 | Has Mr. Masson made him alive to us again? |
| 8509 | How could one do that for a tomb or the framework over it? |
| 8509 | How do such words differ from_ hilltop, townend, candlelight, rushlight, cityman_, and the like, where no double_ s_ can be made the scapegoat? |
| 8509 | If he ever wished to we d the real Beatrice Portinari, and was disappointed, might not this be the time when his thoughts took that direction? |
| 8509 | If so, did she live near Oxford?" |
| 8509 | Is an adjective, then, at the base of_ growth_,_ earth_,_ birth_,_ truth_, and other words of this kind? |
| 8509 | Is it a world that ever was, or shall be, or can be, or but a delusion? |
| 8509 | Is it because they feel themselves incapable of the one and not of the other? |
| 8509 | Is it his feeling? |
| 8509 | Is it his thought? |
| 8509 | Is the first half of these words a possessive? |
| 8509 | Is there another life? |
| 8509 | It is but another way of spelling_ sheen_, and if Mr. Masson never heard a shoeblack in the street say,"Shall I give you a shine, sir?" |
| 8509 | It is the tradition that he said in setting forth:"If I go, who remains? |
| 8509 | Know''st thou not that my rising is thy fall, And my promotion thy destruction?" |
| 8509 | Lord Burleigh was of this way of thinking, undoubtedly, but how could poor Clarion help it? |
| 8509 | Might he, too, deserve from posterity the love and reverence which he paid to those antique glories? |
| 8509 | Mr. Masson forthwith breaks forth in a paroxysm of what we suppose to be picturesqueness in this wise:"What have we here? |
| 8509 | My dear Brown, what am I to do? |
| 8509 | O, think ye not my heart was sair When my love dropt down and spake na mair?" |
| 8509 | Or is it Mr. Masson who has scotched Time''s wheels? |
| 8509 | Or is it not rather a noun impressed into the service as an adjective? |
| 8509 | Or stubborn spirit doomed to yell, In solitary ward or cell, Ten thousand miles from all his brethren?" |
| 8509 | Perhaps we should read"lost"? |
| 8509 | Shall I awake and find all this a dream? |
| 8509 | Spenser, in one of his letters to Harvey, had said,"Why, a God''s name, may not we, as else the Greeks, have the kingdom of our own language?" |
| 8509 | Suppose that even in the latter she signified Theology, or at least some influence that turned his thoughts to God? |
| 8509 | Surely he does not mean to imply that these are peculiar to Milton? |
| 8509 | Swiftly the politic goes: is it dark? |
| 8509 | The City Artillery Ground was near.... Did Milton among others make a habit of going there of mornings? |
| 8509 | The one unto the other did say, Where shall we gang dine to- day? |
| 8509 | The very greatest poets( and is there, after all, more than one of them?) |
| 8509 | The walls were hung round with family pictures, and I said to my brother,''Dare you strike your whip through that old lady''s petticoat?'' |
| 8509 | There is, then, some hope for the man born on the bank of Indus who has never heard of Christ? |
| 8509 | To reign in the air from earth to highest sky, To feed on flowers and weeds of glorious feature, To take whatever thing doth please the eye? |
| 8509 | Was there already any young maiden in whose bosom, had such an advertisement come in her way, it would have raised a conscious flutter? |
| 8509 | Were I in health it would make me ill, and how can I bear it in my state? |
| 8509 | What practical man ever left such an heirloom to his countrymen as the"Faery Queen"? |
| 8509 | What worlds in the yet unformed Occident May come refined with accents that are ours?" |
| 8509 | When did his soul catch a glimpse of that certainty in which"the mind that museth upon many things"can find assured rest? |
| 8509 | Where can I look for consolation or ease? |
| 8509 | Who can help it? |
| 8509 | Who else could have written such English as many passages in this Epistle? |
| 8509 | Who would prefer the plain time of day to this? |
| 8509 | Why did he not say at once, after the good old fashion, that she"set her ten commandments in his face"? |
| 8509 | Why hath he me abhorred? |
| 8509 | Why more unusual than"As being the contrary to his high will"? |
| 8509 | Why_ curly_? |
| 8509 | Worse than all, does not his brush linger more lovingly along the rosy contours of his sirens than on the modest wimples of the Wise Virgins? |
| 8509 | Would he have us feel the brightness of an angel? |
| 8509 | Would it not rather have been surprising that they should not? |
| 8509 | [ 182] But how to put this theory of his into a poetic form which might charm while it was teaching? |
| 8509 | [ 244] But were they altogether without hope? |
| 8509 | [ 259] For example, Cavalcanti''s_ Come dicesti egli ebbe_? |
| 8509 | [ 301] Was not this picture painted by Paul Veronese, for example? |
| 8509 | [ 37] If these be not the words of Dante, what is internal evidence worth? |
| 8509 | [ 383] Should we refuse to say_ obleeged_ with Pope because the fashion has changed? |
| 8509 | and did baptism mean an immersion of the body or a purification of the soul? |
| 8509 | and if I stay, who goes?" |
| 8509 | and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move? |
| 8509 | art thou more merciful than God?'' |
| 8509 | speculate on sweetest truths under any sky without first giving myself up inglorious, nay, ignominious, to the populace and city of Florence? |
| 8509 | to what strange shores The gain of our best glory may be sent To enrich unknowing nations with our stores? |
| 36356 | What think you of that, Stephens? |
| 36356 | What think you of that, Stephens? |
| 36356 | ''And now,''thought he,''How long must I remain in jeopardy Of blank amazements that amaze no more? |
| 36356 | ''But can they be so inconsistent?'' |
| 36356 | ''But why did they attack him personally?'' |
| 36356 | ''Do n''t you, sir? |
| 36356 | ''It was not fair of him, was it?'' |
| 36356 | ''No,''says B.,''but a poet challenges public opinion by printing his book, but I suppose you would have them not criticized at all?'' |
| 36356 | ''No? |
| 36356 | ''Now,''said Lamb,''you old lake poet, you rascally poet, why do you call Voltaire dull?'' |
| 36356 | ''WHAT PIPES AND TIMBRELS? |
| 36356 | ''Where then,''he adds,''is the wonder that I should say I would write no more? |
| 36356 | ''With me, sir?'' |
| 36356 | ( How''economize,''one wonders?) |
| 36356 | After a few minutes Sir George Beaumont, who was extremely anxious, said in a very delicate manner,"How do you like the Christ?" |
| 36356 | After a little time the comptroller looked down, looked up and said to Wordsworth,''Do n''t you think, sir, Milton was a great genius?'' |
| 36356 | After an awful pause the comptroller said,''Do n''t you think Newton a great genius?'' |
| 36356 | 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? |
| 36356 | All the while, until Monkhouse succeeded, we could hear Lamb struggling in the painting- room and calling at intervals,''Who is that fellow? |
| 36356 | And again,''Among your anathemas of modern poetry, do you include Keats''s_ Hyperion_? |
| 36356 | And can I e''er repay the friendly debt? |
| 36356 | And can I e''er these benefits forget? |
| 36356 | And does not the correction somewhat blunt the point of Keats''s meaning? |
| 36356 | And his long figurative passage beginning-- And can I ever bid these joys farewell? |
| 36356 | And shall we not excuse the errors, the luxuriancy of youth? |
| 36356 | And to what shall I compare it? |
| 36356 | And where is the Englishman and Poet who has given a magnificent Entertainment at the christening of one of his Hero''s Horses as Boyardo did? |
| 36356 | And why paw? |
| 36356 | Are these things a bitter parable, meaning that all love- joys are but deception, and that at the touch of wisdom and experience they melt away? |
| 36356 | Are they not related to it as to their source and spring? |
| 36356 | Are they to have no season of childhood? |
| 36356 | Are we to expect that poets are to be given to the world, as our first parents were, in a state of maturity? |
| 36356 | Ay, where are they? |
| 36356 | But far higher and more precious than the blessings of sleep are those of something else which he will not name:-- What is it? |
| 36356 | But were there ever any Writh''d not at passed joy? |
| 36356 | But what has all this to do with our opinion of their poetry? |
| 36356 | But why leave out''After dark vapours''and''Who loves to peer,''and above all why the admirable sonnet on Leander? |
| 36356 | But would Keats in this case have felt any need or impulse to do so? |
| 36356 | But you go even beyond his...(?) |
| 36356 | Can it be that Hunt had told Keats the story, or at least those parts of it which would serve him, in the course of talk about Boccaccio? |
| 36356 | Can it be that even the greatest Philosopher ever arrived at his Goal without putting aside numerous objections? |
| 36356 | Can it deny the chiefdom of green groves? |
| 36356 | Coleridge''s_ Ancient Mariner_ or_ Christabel_? |
| 36356 | Could all this be forgotten? |
| 36356 | Did not they speak of him in ridicule as Johnny Keats, describe his appearance while addressing a Sonnet to Ailsa Crag, and compare him as a(?) |
| 36356 | Do not I see a heart naturally furnish''d with wings imprison itself with me? |
| 36356 | Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? |
| 36356 | Does Shelley go on telling strange stories of the deaths of kings? |
| 36356 | Dost thou now lave thy feet and ankles white? |
| 36356 | Dost thou now please thy thirst with berry- juice? |
| 36356 | Fly, or drive? |
| 36356 | From an enquiry about the expected baby in America,--''will the little bairn have made his entrance before you have this? |
| 36356 | From denunciation the verse passes into narrative with the question,''Are then regalities all gilded masks?'' |
| 36356 | From the clear space of ether, to the small Breath of new buds unfolding? |
| 36356 | From the meaning Of Jove''s large eye- brow, to the tender greening Of April meadows? |
| 36356 | Had I not better begin to look about me now? |
| 36356 | Had he then wrong''d a heart where sorrow kept? |
| 36356 | Had you not better live with me?" |
| 36356 | Has she not shown us all? |
| 36356 | Have I not caught, Already, a more healthy countenance? |
| 36356 | Have I nothing else then to love in you but that? |
| 36356 | Have not the last three years been an utterly unprecedented, overwhelming and transforming experience for mankind? |
| 36356 | He passed on and we stood still looking after him, when Mr Green said,''Do you know who that is? |
| 36356 | Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings in some distant mart? |
| 36356 | Her witchcraft must consist in something much worse than not being a mathematical truth, else why is he her so bitter enemy? |
| 36356 | Here is a shell;''tis pearly blank to me, Nor mark''d with any sign or charactery-- Canst thou read aught? |
| 36356 | His next words about her are these:-- Shall I give you Miss Brawne? |
| 36356 | How could either carelessness or rancour not recognize, not augur the best from, its fine spirit of manliness and modesty and self- knowledge? |
| 36356 | How much did either or both influence him in the composition of_ Endymion_? |
| 36356 | I asked hurriedly,''What is the matter? |
| 36356 | I have Heard Hunt say, and I may be asked-- why endeavour after a long Poem? |
| 36356 | I must absolutely get over this-- but how? |
| 36356 | I say now, why not take out his pens first sometimes? |
| 36356 | If better events supersede this necessity what harm will be done? |
| 36356 | If she were indeed a thing of bale under a mask of beauty, was not the friend and tutor bound to unmask her? |
| 36356 | In this who touch thy vesture''s hem? |
| 36356 | Is it because they fall so far beneath my boyish imagination? |
| 36356 | Is it she, or her steeds, that are to paw up against the light? |
| 36356 | Is the coincidence a coincidence merely, or had the lines from Browne been working unconsciously in Keats''s mind? |
| 36356 | Is there another life? |
| 36356 | Is there not in all this a slackening of imaginative and intellectual grasp? |
| 36356 | Lamb got up, and taking a candle, said,''Sir, will you allow me to look at your phrenological development?'' |
| 36356 | Lamb seemed to take no notice; but all of a sudden he roared out,''Which is the gentleman we are going to lose?'' |
| 36356 | Lamb took hold of the long clothes, saying:"Where, God bless me, where does it leave off?"'' |
| 36356 | Lamb who was dozing by the fire turned round and said,''Pray, sir, did you say Milton was a great genius?'' |
| 36356 | Might I not at that very instant have been cogitating on the characters of Saturn and Ops?... |
| 36356 | My dear Brown, what am I to do? |
| 36356 | Now is there anything more unpleasant than to be so journeying and to miss the goal at last? |
| 36356 | Now this mildness(?) |
| 36356 | O Woodland Queen, What smoothest air thy smoother forehead woos? |
| 36356 | O vulture- witch, hast never heard of mercy? |
| 36356 | O what can ail thee, knight- at- arms So haggard and so woe- begone? |
| 36356 | Or June that breathes out life for butterflies? |
| 36356 | Or shall the tree be envious of the dove Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings To wander wherewithal and find its joys? |
| 36356 | Or was it partly because of the numbing influence of early winter as recorded in the last chapter? |
| 36356 | Or whither go''st thou? |
| 36356 | Ought he to have sunk in that way because a few quizzers told him he was an apothecary''s apprentice?... |
| 36356 | Peacock has damned satire-- Ollier has damn''d Music-- Hazlitt has damned the bigoted and the blue- stockinged; how durst the Man? |
| 36356 | Say, doth the dull soil Quarrel with the proud forests it hath fed, And feedeth still, more comely than itself? |
| 36356 | Shall I awake and find all this a dream? |
| 36356 | Shall I gulp wine? |
| 36356 | Shepherd, I pray thee stay, where hast thou been? |
| 36356 | Show''d me that epic was of all the king, Round, vast, and spanning all like Saturn''s ring? |
| 36356 | So many and so many, and such glee? |
| 36356 | So many, and so many, and such glee? |
| 36356 | Southey''s_ Curse of Kehama_? |
| 36356 | TO THE LADIES WHO SAW ME CROWNED What is there in the universal earth More lovely than a wreath from the bay tree? |
| 36356 | The question is, how should Keats have come to be acquainted with it? |
| 36356 | The silvery tears of April? |
| 36356 | Then he waves his magic wand nine times in the air,--as a preliminary to the last exercise of its power? |
| 36356 | Then sith God''s will was even so why should you disdaine your Louer tho? |
| 36356 | Then there is nothing in the world so fair? |
| 36356 | Then up he rose, And slowly as that very river flows, Walk''d towards the temple grove with this lament:''Why such a golden eve? |
| 36356 | Then, closing, he asks himself the momentous question,''Was there a poet born?'' |
| 36356 | 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? |
| 36356 | These are some of his words to Dilke:-- Wait for the issue of this Tragedy? |
| 36356 | Thou art a dreaming thing, A fever of thyself: think of the earth; What bliss, even in hope, is there for thee? |
| 36356 | Thoughts like these came very feebly whilst I was in health and every pulse beat for you-- now you divide with this( may I say it?) |
| 36356 | Through what dark tree Glimmers thy crescent? |
| 36356 | WHAT WILD ECSTASY?'' |
| 36356 | Was I born for this end? |
| 36356 | Was he trying an experiment in the naked and Grecian style when on May day 1818 he wrote at Teignmouth the beginning of an ode on Maia? |
| 36356 | Were I in health it would make me ill, and how can I bear it in my state? |
| 36356 | What benefit canst thou do, or all thy tribe, To the great world? |
| 36356 | What can be better touched than the figures of the beadsman and the old nurse Angela? |
| 36356 | What for Lycius? |
| 36356 | What for the sage, old Apollonius? |
| 36356 | What happier result could be expected from their new joint work than that which posterity deplores in_ The Cap and Bells_? |
| 36356 | What haven? |
| 36356 | What is a rose without its fragrance? |
| 36356 | What is it, for instance, that imagination is asked to do? |
| 36356 | What is this soul then? |
| 36356 | What my enjoyments in my youthful years, Bereft of all that now my life endears? |
| 36356 | What productions can he mean? |
| 36356 | What shall he murmur with his latest breath, When his proud eye looks through the film of death? |
| 36356 | What sort of a verb is''I green, thou greenest?'' |
| 36356 | What stare outfaces now my silver moon? |
| 36356 | What think you of porritch and cream for breakfast? |
| 36356 | What wouldst thou ere we all are laid on bier?'' |
| 36356 | When shall my soul receive A comfortable smile to cherish it, When thou art gone? |
| 36356 | Whence Came it? |
| 36356 | Where are the songs of Spring? |
| 36356 | Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? |
| 36356 | Where can I look for consolation or ease? |
| 36356 | Where dost thou listen to the wide halloos Of thy disparted nymphs? |
| 36356 | Where else should he learn such secrets if not in the mysterious hollows of the earth and on the untrodden floor of ocean? |
| 36356 | Wherein lies happiness? |
| 36356 | Who can help it? |
| 36356 | Who found for me the grandeur of the ode, Growing, like Atlas, stronger from its load? |
| 36356 | Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? |
| 36356 | Who let me taste that more than cordial dram, The sharp, the rapier- pointed epigram? |
| 36356 | Who now, with greedy looks, eats up my feast? |
| 36356 | Who read for me the sonnet swelling loudly Up to its climax and then dying proudly? |
| 36356 | Why did I laugh? |
| 36356 | Why have ye left your bowers desolate, Your lutes, and gentler fate?'' |
| 36356 | Why have ye left your forest haunts, why left Your nuts in oak- tree cleft?'' |
| 36356 | Why so sad a moan? |
| 36356 | Why treat him thus unless it were merely for the purpose of attracting a scandalized attention? |
| 36356 | Why were ye not awake? |
| 36356 | Why? |
| 36356 | Woodhouse asked why not_ Isabella_ too? |
| 36356 | Wordsworth seemed asking himself,''Who is this?'' |
| 36356 | Wordsworth''s relatively few poems, or episodes, of tragic life-- as the_ Mad Mother_,_ Ruth_,_ Margaret_? |
| 36356 | XII''What pipes and timbrels? |
| 36356 | Yet may I not in this be free from sin? |
| 36356 | Youth of May? |
| 36356 | [ 15] May the following be counted evidence to the same effect? |
| 36356 | [ 4] What were his addresses to Jean in the latter part of his life? |
| 36356 | _ F._ But what was it? |
| 36356 | and was this scene with its story in his mind when he wrote of forlorn fairy lands where castle casements open on the foam of perilous seas? |
| 36356 | are they to have no room to try their wings before the steadiness and strength of their flight are to be finally judged of?... |
| 36356 | had I never seen, Or known your kindness, what might I have been? |
| 36356 | of his Poems-- what had he done to deserve such attacks as these?'' |
| 36356 | only to perish-- since the war began? |
| 36356 | or as a sign that its power is exhausted? |
| 36356 | or in scorn Of thankless man hath thy race ceased to quire? |
| 36356 | prepare her steeds, Paw up against the light, and do strange deeds Upon the clouds? |
| 36356 | that thou shouldst move My heart so potently? |
| 36356 | thou and I are here sad and alone; Say wherefore did I laugh? |
| 36356 | trout, pike, and herrings for dinner, and right peat- reek whisky? |
| 36356 | what were those obstreperous doings overhead? |
| 36356 | why need I further pore? |
| 36356 | wilt thou do Our infant love such injury-- to leave It ere full grown? |
| 36356 | you are fevered?'' |
| 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? |