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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15313 | 3--T. Hanmer''s(?) |
15313 | And why do you abuse me? |
15313 | And why may n''t an Epick be as short as a Tragick Poem? |
15313 | As, Who will tell me what Hamlet''s natural Temper was? |
15313 | As_ What gar''s thee Greet?_ For,_ What makes thee Grieve?_ How Harsh and Grating is the Sound of_ SPENCER_''s two Words, But Instances were endless. |
15313 | As_ What gar''s thee Greet?_ For,_ What makes thee Grieve?_ How Harsh and Grating is the Sound of_ SPENCER_''s two Words, But Instances were endless. |
15313 | But in order to raise that most delightful Passion, should not the Reader be first prepossess''d in favour of the Party dead? |
15313 | Can I pity a Person because deceas''d, without knowing any thing of his while alive? |
15313 | Dost thou in Conscience think, tell me_ Emilia,_ That there be Women do abuse their Husbands, In such gross kind_? |
15313 | If then I have settled one in my Mind, as sublime, How shall I conceive the other as such? |
15313 | Now if even the warmest Kinds of Poetry delight in Female Personages, How much more Pastoral, which is all Tenderness and Simplicity? |
15313 | Now what is this but imaging almost every thing, or turning as many Thoughts as possible into Images? |
15313 | The Method has been approv''d of in all Ages even in Epick Poetry and Tragedy, and should we go now to defend it in Pastoral? |
15313 | What have I done? |
15313 | What is the Length by Nature fix''d for all Pieces? |
15313 | What makes the finess of these Lines else? |
15313 | Will you not do some rash And horrid Mischief? |
15313 | _ But when I''ve told you, will you keep your Fury Within it''s bound? |
15313 | _ I will be calm; but has_ Castalio_ wrong''d thee?_ Mon.) |
15313 | _ Mine Eyes do itch, doth that boad Weeping?_ Emil.) |
15313 | _ Prithee, why dost talk so?_ Mon.) |
15313 | _ What?_ Mon.) |
14495 | 3--T. Hanmer''s(?) |
14495 | But if this be so, what will become of_ Macrobius, Georgius Valla, Julius Scaliger, Vossius,_ and the whole company of Grammarians? |
14495 | Cruel_ Alexis_ ca n''t my Verses move? |
14495 | For what is more hard than to be always in the_ Country_, and yet never to be_ Clownish_? |
14495 | Hast thou no Pitty? |
14495 | How short is that? |
14495 | Lullus_ says it hath been done,) should we therefore reckon that divine and incomparable Master of_ Heroick_ Poetry amongst the_ Lyricks_? |
14495 | Thus in_ Daphnis_, Did not You Streams, and Hazels, hear the Nymphs? |
14495 | What shall I say of_ Virgil_? |
14495 | When are we like to meet? |
14495 | how concise? |
14495 | how great his disquiets? |
14495 | how troublesome his Marches? |
14495 | to make every thing_ sweet_, yet never_ satiate_? |
14495 | to pipe on a_ slender_ Reed, and yet keep the sound from being_ harsh_, and_ squeaking_? |
14495 | to sing of_ mean_, and_ trivial_ matters,{ 52} yet not_ trivially_, and_ meanly_? |
14495 | what fears and hopes distracted his designs? |
1418 | Some speak of Alexander, And some of Hercules, But where are there any like Nancy and Jenny, Where are there any like these? |
1418 | A carven tooth, a box with a key--"Nancy"God be praised you are back,"says she,"Have you nothing more for your Nancy?" |
1418 | A song? |
1418 | And Jesus said,"A riddle Answer if you can, Was man made for the Sabbath Or Sabbath made for man?" |
1418 | And what of home-- how goes it, boys, While we die here in stench and noise? |
1418 | Balow lalow or Hey derry down, Or else what might you fancy? |
1418 | Can I find True- Love a gift In this dark hour to restore her, When body''s vessel breaks adrift, When hope and beauty fade before her? |
1418 | Could you but now foretell the day, Johnny, when this sad thing must be, When light and gay you''ll turn away And laugh and break the heart in me? |
1418 | Cried it so sweet that unseen bird? |
1418 | Dicky, are you ailing? |
1418 | Do I love you, Mary? |
1418 | Do flowers and butterflies belong To a blind December? |
1418 | Edward"Safe and home from the Indian Sea, And nothing to take your fancy?" |
1418 | Father Have you spent the money I gave you to- day? |
1418 | Has the chill night numbed you? |
1418 | Henry, Henry, do you love me, Do you love me truly? |
1418 | Henry, Henry, do you love me? |
1418 | Henry, Henry, why do you love me? |
1418 | How sang the others all around? |
1418 | Is it fright you have taken? |
1418 | Is there any song sweet enough For Nancy and for Jenny? |
1418 | John I''ll lie no more to you, father, what is the need? |
1418 | Johnny, sweetheart, can you be true To all those famous vows you''ve made, Will you love me as I love you Until we both in earth are laid? |
1418 | Mary That cupboard, dearest mother, With shining crystal handles? |
1418 | Mary Which cupboard, mother dear? |
1418 | Mary Which cupboard, mother mine? |
1418 | Mary White clothes for an unborn baby, mother, But what''s the truth to you? |
1418 | Mother Alice, dear, what ails you, Dazed and white and shaken? |
1418 | Mother Do not sigh or fear, Dicky, How is it right To grudge the dead their ghostly dark And wan moonlight? |
1418 | Mother Sweet, my dear, what ails you? |
1418 | Mother What''s in that cupboard, Mary? |
1418 | Mother What''s in that cupboard, Mary? |
1418 | Mother What''s in that cupboard, Mary? |
1418 | Nancy"Edward back from the Indian Sea, What have you brought for Nancy?" |
1418 | Nancy"God be praised you are back,"said she,"Have you nothing better for Nancy?" |
1418 | Oh, Mary, must I say again My love''s a pain, A torment most unruly? |
1418 | Sing baloo loo for Jenny And where is she gone? |
1418 | Sing to you? |
1418 | Tell the truth now, John, ere the falsehood swell, Say, where have you been? |
1418 | The ship that took my Dick from me Sixty years ago Drifted back from the utmost west With the ocean''s flow? |
1418 | Then one old woman looked and wept"The''Alice Jean''? |
1418 | Torn out again by a sudden storm Is it the''Jean'', you think?" |
1418 | What laughter or what song Can this house remember? |
1418 | What, madmen? |
1418 | Where is the daughter of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Mistress Jenny this hot summer weather? |
1418 | Where is the grey goat of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of pretty Nanny this hot summer weather? |
1418 | Where is the landlord of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Master Straddler this hot summer weather? |
1418 | Where is the ostler of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Willy Jakeman this hot summer weather? |
1418 | Where is the page boy of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of our young Charlie this hot summer weather? |
1418 | Who knows a tune so soft, so strong, So pitiful as that"Saucepan"song For exiled hope, despaired desire Of lost souls for their cottage fire? |
1418 | Who was it said,"I love you"? |
1418 | Whose leaves do shake and vary, From white to green And back again, Shifting and contrary? |
1418 | says she,"Have you nothing better for Nancy?" |
574 | And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? 574 Does spring hide its joy, When buds and blossoms grow? |
574 | Sweet sleep, come to me Underneath this tree; Do father, mother, weep? 574 Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? |
574 | Where are thy father and mother? 574 Am not I A fly like thee? 574 And not sit both night and day, Wiping all our tears away? 574 And so many children poor? 574 And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 574 And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? 574 Are such thing done on Albion''s shore? 574 Art thou a Worm? 574 Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow''s share? 574 Can I see another''s grief, And not seek for kind relief? 574 Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? 574 Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? 574 Can delight, Chained in night, The virgins of youth and morning bear? 574 Can it be a song of joy? 574 Did he who made the lamb make thee? 574 Does the sower Sow by night, Or the plowman in darkness plough? 574 Dost thou O little cloud? 574 Dost thou know who made thee? 574 HOLY THURSDAY Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land,-- Babes reduced to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? 574 How can Lyca sleep If her mother weep? 574 How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring? 574 How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? 574 I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf; Ah weep not little voice, thou can''st not speak, but thou can''st weep: Is this a Worm? 574 In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 574 In what furnace was thy brain? 574 Is that trembling cry a song? 574 Little Lamb, who made thee? 574 ON ANOTHER''S SORROW Can I see another''s woe, And not be in sorrow too? 574 On what wings dare he aspire? 574 Or Love in a golden bowl? 574 Or art not thou A man like me? 574 Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy, Or bless the mellowing year, When the blasts of winter appear? 574 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole: Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 574 Pitying, I dropped a tear: But I saw a glow- worm near, Who replied,What wailing wight Calls the watchman of the night? |
574 | THE LITTLE BOY LOST"Father, father, where are you going? |
574 | THE TYGER Tyger, tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? |
574 | TO TIRZAH Whate''er is born of mortal birth Must be consumed with the earth, To rise from generation free: Then what have I to do with thee? |
574 | The death of Jesus set me free: Then what have I to do with thee? |
574 | Tyger, tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? |
574 | What can it mean? |
574 | What shall I call thee? |
574 | What the anvil? |
574 | What the hammer? |
574 | What the hand dare seize the fire? |
574 | When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? |
574 | Where can Lyca sleep? |
574 | Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling& affright Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? |
574 | Why a Tongue impress''d with honey from every wind? |
574 | Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire? |
574 | Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in? |
574 | Why can not the Ear be closed to its own destruction? |
574 | Why fade these children of the spring? |
574 | William Blake''s THE BOOK of THEL THEL''S Motto Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? |
574 | do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? |
574 | image of weakness, art thou but a Worm? |
574 | what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? |
574 | what the chain? |
574 | why fades the lotus of the water? |
424 | She gave consent,you say? |
424 | ( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) |
424 | ( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) |
424 | ( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) |
424 | ( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) |
424 | A Prayer to All the Dead Among Mine Own People Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven? |
424 | And must he be belauded by the smirched, The sleek, uncanny chiefs in lies grown old? |
424 | And what if my body die Before I meet the truth? |
424 | Are these your hands upon my wounded soul? |
424 | Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
424 | Big- voiced lasses made their banjos bang, Tranced, fanatical they shrieked and sang:--"Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?" |
424 | Booth led boldly with his big bass drum--( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) |
424 | But must the Senator from Illinois Be vindicated by fat kings of gold? |
424 | Can murmurs of the worms arise To higher hearts than mine? |
424 | Did you dare to make the songs Vanquished workmen need? |
424 | Did you waste much money To deck a leper''s feast? |
424 | Do you say"She gave consent: Life drunk, she was content With beasts that her fire could please?" |
424 | Eyes so strained and eager To see what you might see? |
424 | Ghosts in Love"Tell me, where do ghosts in love Find their bridal veils?" |
424 | Good tailors, can you dress a doll for me With silks that whisper of the sounding sea? |
424 | Heart of God O great heart of God, Once vague and lost to me, Why do I throb with your throb to- night, In this land, eternity? |
424 | How did I reach your feet? |
424 | I asked her,"Is Aladdin''s lamp Hidden anywhere?" |
424 | I asked,"How came this place Of antique Asian grace Amid our callow race In Illinois?" |
424 | I wonder if that gardener hears Who made the mold all fine And packed each gentle seedling down So carefully in line? |
424 | I wonder if the gardener heard The rose that told him so? |
424 | Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this loud clown, The darling of the glad and gaping town? |
424 | Love the truth, defy the crowd Scandalize the priest? |
424 | Mystic, ardent, dowered with beauty, Singing where still waters dwell? |
424 | Of banks where hell''s money is paid And Pharisees all afraid Of pandars that help them sin? |
424 | Of sellers of drink who play The game for the extra pay? |
424 | Of statesmen in league with all Who hope for the girl- child''s fall? |
424 | On the Road to Nowhere On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father''s house With your cheeks aglow? |
424 | On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow? |
424 | Say, is my prophecy too fair and far? |
424 | The Empty Boats Why do I see these empty boats, sailing on airy seas? |
424 | The Queen of Bubbles[ Written for a picture] The Youth speaks:--"Why do you seek the sun In your bubble- crown ascending? |
424 | The issue, can we know? |
424 | This brazen gutter idol, reared to power Upon a leering pyramid of lies? |
424 | To the United States Senate[ Revelation 16: Verses 16- 19] And must the Senator from Illinois Be this squat thing, with blinking, half- closed eyes? |
424 | Were the tramp- days knightly, True sowing of wild seed? |
424 | Were you thief or were you fool Or most nobly free? |
424 | What did it mean? |
424 | What is the final ending? |
424 | What of the rose''s prayer? |
424 | What right have you to call them yours, And in brute lust of riches burn Without some radiant penance wrought, Some beautiful, devout return? |
424 | What shall be said of a state Where traps for the white brides wait? |
424 | When will our wrath begin? |
424 | When will they make a path of beauty clear Between our riches and our liberty? |
424 | When will they make our dusty streets their goal, Within our attics hide their sacred tears? |
424 | When will they start our vulgar blood athrill With living language, words that set us free? |
424 | Where are those lovers of yours, on what name do they call The lost, that in armies wept over your funeral pall? |
424 | Where is David, ruddy shepherd, God''s boy- king for Israel? |
424 | Where is David, the Next King of Israel? |
424 | Where is David? |
424 | Who can pass a village church By night in these clean prairie lands Without a touch of Spirit- power? |
424 | Why are they not inspired, aflame? |
424 | Why should I feel the sobbing, the secrecy, the glory, This comforter, this fitful wind divine? |
424 | Why should I-- at the end Hold out half- frozen hands Dumbly to you my friend? |
424 | Will Christ outlive Mohammed? |
424 | Will Kali''s altar go? |
1246 | ''Well, am I late?'' |
1246 | ''What are you thinking of?''. |
1246 | --''But what when I am dead?'' |
1246 | A lock of hair? |
1246 | Along what sunlit walls, what peopled street? |
1246 | An eyelash from his eye? |
1246 | And after that, when would she dare again? |
1246 | And if he did n''t, but asked her''What''s the matter?'' |
1246 | And if they asked her why, what would she say? |
1246 | And then-- what poison would she dare to ask for? |
1246 | And this soft mouth that darkly meets my mouth, Is this the soft mouth I knew? |
1246 | And what of yesterday? |
1246 | And what would he do-- even suppose she told him? |
1246 | Are you still doubtful of me-- hesitant still, Fearful, perhaps, that I may yet remember What you would gladly, if you could, forget? |
1246 | Are you the man I knew, or have you altered? |
1246 | Because he would not need it? |
1246 | Beloved, beloved, What was the word you said? |
1246 | Beloved, whose voice was this that cried? |
1246 | But is the world so dark? |
1246 | But this is not: for why should we be seeking, Why should we bring this need to seek for beauty, To lift our minds, if there were only dust? |
1246 | But was it just by accident, I wonder, She played this tune?--Or what, then, was intended? |
1246 | But why comes death,--he asks,--in a world so perfect? |
1246 | CONVERSATION: UNDERTONES What shall we talk of? |
1246 | Did she, then, make the choice, and step out bravely From sound to silence-- close, herself, those windows? |
1246 | Did someone draw them here before we came? |
1246 | Did you bear a name? |
1246 | Did you once love me? |
1246 | Did you once stand before me without shame? |
1246 | Does no one know her? |
1246 | For all the days hereafter What have we saved-- what news, what tune, what play? |
1246 | For household news-- what have you heard, I wonder? |
1246 | Have I not seen you, have we not met before Here on this sun- and- sea- wrecked shore? |
1246 | Have these things meaning? |
1246 | Have we not heard that cry before? |
1246 | Have we seen all, I wonder, in these chambers-- Or is there yet some gorgeous vault, arched low, Where sleeps an amazing beauty we do not know? |
1246 | He eyes me sidelong Wondering''Is he such a fool as this? |
1246 | Hokusai? |
1246 | How can we face these dazzling things, I ask you? |
1246 | How could I find it in my heart to hurt you, You, whom this love could hurt much more than I? |
1246 | How could she say it? |
1246 | How do you know the medium did n''t fool you? |
1246 | How many others like ourselves, this instant, Mark the pendulum swinging against the wall? |
1246 | How many others, laughing, sip their coffee-- Or stare at mirrors, and do not talk at all? |
1246 | How many others, like ourselves, this instant, See how the great world wizens, and are wise? |
1246 | How shall I ever again be whole, By what dark waters shall I be healed?'' |
1246 | How shall I ever escape this mesh Or be from my lover''s body removed?'' |
1246 | How shall we live to- night, where shall we turn? |
1246 | How shall we live tonight? |
1246 | How should I know-- how should I now remember-- What half- dreamed great wings curved and sang above me? |
1246 | How would it end? |
1246 | I. CLAIRVOYANT''This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-- or something He knew, was fond of? |
1246 | If this were all-- what were the use, you ask? |
1246 | Is he well and happy? |
1246 | Is it failure To spend your blood like this? |
1246 | Is this you? |
1246 | Is this you? |
1246 | Li Po? |
1246 | Lured out to what? |
1246 | Must one return to the lifeless walls of a city Whose soul is charred by fire? |
1246 | Old age-- far off-- her death-- what do they matter? |
1246 | Or is it rather Our own brute minds,--in which we hurry, trembling, Through streets as yet unlighted? |
1246 | Or is that last so trivial? |
1246 | Or only mocking?'' |
1246 | Or the far tolling of that tower? |
1246 | Or was it true, instead, That darkness moved,--for once,--and so possessed her? |
1246 | Or was this in her mind? |
1246 | Or why the minute''s grey in the golden hour? |
1246 | Or would he not? |
1246 | Or would you see more clearly If I should say''My second wife grows tedious, Or, like gay tulip, keeps no perfumed secret''? |
1246 | Or''one day dies eventless as another, Leaving the seeker still unsatisfied, And more convinced life yields no satisfaction''? |
1246 | Prelude to what gigantic music, or subtle? |
1246 | So says the tune to him-- but what to me? |
1246 | So says the tune to you-- but what to me? |
1246 | Staring with wide eyes at the sky? |
1246 | THE SCREEN MAIDEN You read-- what is it, then that you are reading? |
1246 | The bough he broke-- Was it the snapping bough that spoke? |
1246 | The eyes, half- turned aside? |
1246 | The jade ring on her wrist, still almost swinging? |
1246 | The one who always danced in golden slippers-- And had I danced with her,--upon this music? |
1246 | The poet-- what was his name--? |
1246 | Then she could see how, suddenly, he would sober, His eyes would darken, he''d look so terrifying-- He always did-- and what could she do but cry? |
1246 | These brains of ours-- these delicate spinal clusters-- Have limits: why not learn them, learn their cravings? |
1246 | Through what dark forest came her feet? |
1246 | To what new light or darkness yearn? |
1246 | To what new light or darkness yearn? |
1246 | To- morrow-- what? |
1246 | V. THE BITTER LOVE- SONG No, I shall not say why it is that I love you-- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? |
1246 | Was forty, then, too old for work like this? |
1246 | Was it all a dream? |
1246 | Was it all a dream? |
1246 | Was it symbolic of the woman''s weakness That she could neither break it-- nor conclude? |
1246 | Was it the blue- eyed lady? |
1246 | Was it the quiet mouth, restrained a little? |
1246 | Was it you who sang them? |
1246 | Was it you? |
1246 | Was no one with her when she fell? |
1246 | Was there a stillness in this hair,-- A quiet in these hands? |
1246 | What are the worlds I see? |
1246 | What darkness does it spring from, seek to end? |
1246 | What did he have-- blue eyes and golden hair? |
1246 | What did he tell you? |
1246 | What did they mean? |
1246 | What did we build it for? |
1246 | What did we build it for? |
1246 | What do the strange words mean? |
1246 | What do you know of me, or I of you? |
1246 | What do you tell me? |
1246 | What do you whisper, brother? |
1246 | What does it mean? |
1246 | What eyes with the dread night in them? |
1246 | What flute shrills out as moonlight strikes the floor? |
1246 | What have we done? |
1246 | What have you got in an envelope, old lady? |
1246 | What hint of beauty? |
1246 | What music moves so silently in your mind? |
1246 | What secret dusty chamber was it hinting? |
1246 | What shapes fantastic, terrible dreams? |
1246 | What sinister threat of power? |
1246 | What sudden drums keep time To the ecstatic rhythm of my crime? |
1246 | What to the waiter, as he pours your coffee, The violinist who suavely draws his bow? |
1246 | What violin so faintly cries Seeing how strangely in the moon he lies? |
1246 | What was her name? |
1246 | What was this dream we had, a dream of music, Music that rose from the opening earth like magic And shook its beauty upon us and died away? |
1246 | What wings like swords? |
1246 | What would he say? |
1246 | What''s death-- what''s death? |
1246 | What''s new? |
1246 | What''s old? |
1246 | What, then''s, the secret of this ultimate chamber-- Or innermost, rather? |
1246 | Where are the breasts, the scarlet wings? |
1246 | Where are you going? |
1246 | Where are you? |
1246 | Where had she walked that morning? |
1246 | Where have I heard these words? |
1246 | Where have we been? |
1246 | Where have you been, old lady? |
1246 | Where have you been, old lady? |
1246 | Where is it that you lead us? |
1246 | Where is she now? |
1246 | Where shall we turn? |
1246 | Where was his youth? |
1246 | Where was the dream that burned his brain like fire? |
1246 | Where was the woman he loved? |
1246 | Where, then, had I heard it? |
1246 | Which of the two minds, yours or mine, is sound? |
1246 | Who are all these, who flow in the veins of the city, Coil and revolve and dream, Vanish or gleam? |
1246 | Who are these pilgrims, who are these, These three, the one of whom stands upright, While one lies weeping and one of them crawls? |
1246 | Who is there? |
1246 | Who makes the more assumption? |
1246 | Who plays for me? |
1246 | Who put them there, we wonder? |
1246 | Whose body have I found beside dark waters, The cold white body, garlanded with sea- weed? |
1246 | Why did his darkened lover rise from the garden? |
1246 | Why did they come to mind? |
1246 | Why do you hide your face? |
1246 | Why had you gone? |
1246 | Why is this hint repeated? |
1246 | Why should it be? |
1246 | Why, then, was it forgotten? |
1246 | Without conceiving mind? |
1246 | Would he return to- morrow? |
1246 | You do n''t think you will find him when you''re dead? |
1246 | You would not have me say what you know better? |
1246 | but what''s the hurry? |
1246 | but who would dare describe them? |
1246 | in the dark? |
1246 | or is it pink, to- day?'' |
1246 | such things? |
1246 | was it I? |
1246 | well, what? |
1246 | whence rises this? |
1246 | where have you been? |
1246 | with jonquils in them?'' |