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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23338V Each morn a thousand Recipes, you say-- Yes, but where match the beer of Yesterday?
23792[ Illustration] Indeed, indeed-- to Quit It oft Before I swore,--but did I mean it when I swore?
26437XXI Strange, is it not?
26437XXV One day I queried would she please to Say How long, how long this Fad was apt to Stay?
26437XXVII PREDESTINATION-- full of Unbelief-- Must I accept it, is there no Relief?
32944O''leadin''citizens, you know, to go and seine"Old Blue"-- But had n''t no big seine, and so-- w''y, what wuz they to do?...
32944[ Illustration][ Illustration] XLIII And childern.--_Childern?_ Lawzy- day!
28184IX Each Morn a thousand Volumes brings, you say; Yes, but who reads the Books of Yesterday?
28184LX The vagrant Singer, how does he, good Lord, Compete with such a money- making Horde Of tinsel rhymesters that infest the Shops?
28184LXI Why, be our Talent truly Art, how dare Refuse our Lucubrations everywhere?
28184LXIV Strange, is it not?
28184What, are we not through With Richard Calmady and Emmy Lou?
28184Why are they not worth even more?
28184Why, are not Tenth Editions still more rare?
28184XXX What, without asking, to be hypnotized Into a Sale of Stevenson disguised?
28184out of senseless Show- Girls to evoke A Drama?
28184that of the Authors who Publish in England, such a mighty Few Make a Success, though here they score a Hit?
31467A murmured word, a sigh, a stolen kiss-- Ah, tell me, does the Promised Paradise Hold anything one- half so sweet as this?
31467EACH morn some fresh repentance brings, you say?
31467TO"settle down and marry,"oft of yore, I swore-- but was I sober when I swore?
31467WHAT Diva''s rubies ever glow so red As when some Gilded Chappie hath been bled?
31467WHAT if my conscience seem an idle joke-- My good resolves all disappear in smoke?
31467WHAT if the conscience feel, perchance, a sting?
31467WHY, when to- day your bills are promptly paid, Assume the whims of some capricious maid, Incur the debts you never did contract, And yet must settle?
31467WOULD YOU CAST A LOVING WOMAN HENCE?]
31467WOULD you the spangle of existence spend In Matrimony?
31467Would you cast a loving Woman hence?
31467Yes-- but where leaves the vows of Yesterday?
31467[ Illustration: I SWORE-- BUT WAS I SOBER WHEN I SWORE?]
5408If for a Martyr''s Death I so am prized, May not my hallowed Ashes be preserved That Saint Cigar I may be canonized?
5408- of Kisses can there be Enough?"
5408LXVIII A Microbe lingers in a Kiss, you say?
5408LXX What, then, of Him in dizzy Heights profound Who scans the Zenith''s constellated Round?
5408LXXVI So what of Secrets mouthed beneath the Rose, Rumorous Badinage of These and Those?
5408LXXXIV One said,"And can no wiser Law revoke The Edict that foredestined me to Smoke, My stump to be a Byword and a Jest?
5408What reckons Love of Hairpins more or less?
5408X- Pendants; who has not noted a hairpin in the act of falling, hanging for a moment, as though loth to leave its gentle habitation?
5408XCVI Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before I swore, but Was I Smoking when I swore?
16898''My gown?
16898''Now who shall gar them cry_ Enow_, That gang this fearsome gate?''
16898''Now, little Edward, answer me''-- I said, and clutched him by the gown--''At Cambridge would you rather be, Or here in Oxford town?''
16898''Then, pot or glass, why label it"_ With Care_"?
16898''Whose is yon corse that, thus adorned wi''gourd- leaves, Forth ye bear with slow step?''
16898Am I hoaxed by a scout?
16898And is it so?
16898And stay our Captain''s din?
16898And yet what profit of it all?
16898And your gown was enough to compel me To fall down and worship its hem--( Are''hems''wearing?
16898Are things what they seem, Or is Sophists about?
16898Are things what they seem, Or is Sophists about?
16898At this my boy hung down his head, While sterner grew the parent''s eye; And six- and- thirty times I said,''Come, Edward, tell me why?''
16898Be it this, be it that--''I forget,''or''Was joking''--whatever the fem--inine fib, you''ll have made me your debtor And come,--you_ will_ come?
16898But I ask,--Do I dream?
16898Can Folly stalk And aim her unrespecting darts In shades where grave Professors walk And Bachelors of Arts?
16898Do I dream?
16898Do I sleep?
16898Do they blow?
16898Do you think that a frock lasts for ever?''
16898Hath he forgott?
16898Have you thought, since that night, of the Grotto?
16898How had so frail a thing the heart To journey where she trembled so?
16898Is our"to ti en einai"a failure, or is Robert Browning played out?
16898Is our"to ti en einai"a failure, or is Robert Browning played out?
16898Lady Jane''s guardian was a haughty Peer, who Clung to old creeds and had a nasty temper; Can we blame Willum that he hardly cared to Risk a refusal?
16898Leave the issue to be guessed At the endynge of the waye''-- As I laye a- wakynge,''twas soe she seemed to say--''Whatte and if it alle be feynynge?
16898Methought, last night, that one in suit of woe Stood by the Tavern- door and whispered,''Lo, The Pledge departed, what avails the Cup?
16898Naye, gossyp, loyterynge soe late, What ayles thee thus to chyde?
16898Of the rose that I begged from your hair?
16898Of the stains of the old_ Journalisten_?
16898Of the words whispered under the palms, While the minutes flew by and forgot to Remind us of Aunt and her qualms?
16898Or did I viewe A ghostlye companye This even, by the dismalle yewe, Of faces three That beckoned mee To land where no repynynges bee?
16898Or why your Sheepskin with my Gourd compare?
16898Saye, cushat, callynge from the brake, What ayles thee soe to pyne?
16898Saye, gossyp, whom dost thou abyde?
16898Shalle I alone Delayinge crye''Anon, Anon''?
16898So''the best of all ways''--why repeat you The verse at 2.30 a.m., When I''m stealing an hour to entreat you Dear Kitty, to come to Commem.?
16898Then O, but his cheek would flush, an''''Bridget,''He''d say,''Will yez love me?''
16898Thy carefulle heart shall cease to ake When dayes be fyne And greene thynges twyne: Saye, cushat, what thy griefe to myne?
16898Why loyter I among the quicke, When ye are gonne?
16898Why, now, sir, you are hourly filled with wine, And has the clay more licence now than then?
16898Yourself condemned to three score years and ten, Say, did you judge the ways of other men?
16898_ Has_ it gone up the spout?
16898said I:''For Cambridge has her"King''s Parade,"And much the more becoming gown; Why should you slight her so,''I said,''Compared with Oxford town?''