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 |
|---|---|
| 18841 | False,she said"how can it be, To court another yet love me? |
| 18841 | How could the painter know so much by me, Or art effect what he hath brought to pass? 18841 Pardon,"he said,"For why? |
| 18841 | AN ELEGY Ah cruel winds, why call you hence away? |
| 18841 | Ah Cynthia pale, to whom my griefs I told, Why do you both rejoice both man and beast? |
| 18841 | Ah flocks, why stand you all aghast? |
| 18841 | Ah rocks, where are your robes of moss? |
| 18841 | Ah shall I love your sight, bright shining eyes? |
| 18841 | Ah sun, why shine thy looks, thy looks like gold, When horsemen brave thou risest in the east? |
| 18841 | Ambitious sickness, what doth thee so harden? |
| 18841 | And am I left distressed to live alone, Where none my tears and mournful tale shall mark? |
| 18841 | And must my soul his life and glory leave? |
| 18841 | And should I leave thee then, thou pretty elf? |
| 18841 | And who is the Dark Lady? |
| 18841 | At thy fair hands who wonders not at all, Wonder itself through ignorance embases? |
| 18841 | DORIS Should I envy that blind did you that spite? |
| 18841 | For why? |
| 18841 | For why? |
| 18841 | For why? |
| 18841 | For why? |
| 18841 | For why? |
| 18841 | For why? |
| 18841 | For why? |
| 18841 | From such sweet arms who would not wish embraces? |
| 18841 | In such a breast what heart would not be thrall? |
| 18841 | Must I forsake the bower where solace lives, To trust to tickle fates that still deceive? |
| 18841 | Or shall pain never- ceasing, Seize oh my heart? |
| 18841 | Or that your shape doth please so foul a groom? |
| 18841 | She gave it her, to me the kiss was meant; A she to kiss, what harm if she were bold? |
| 18841 | So now she lives, and never more shall fade; In earth a goddess, what can be more strange? |
| 18841 | Stella we know, the star- crossed love of Sidney, and Spenser''s happy Elizabeth, but--"Who is Silvia? |
| 18841 | Trees, rocks, and flocks, what, are you pensive for my loss? |
| 18841 | What if they do? |
| 18841 | What is she That all the swains commend her?" |
| 18841 | What personalities hide behind these poet''s imaginings? |
| 18841 | When will you cease? |
| 18841 | Which if I do, why do I not wax cold? |
| 18841 | Who is Delia, Diana, Coelia, Cælica, and all the rhyming of musical names? |
| 18841 | Why make you breach betwixt my soul and me? |
| 18841 | Why move I still like him that life doth hold, And sense enjoy both of my joy and smart? |
| 18841 | Why rest I not like one that wants a heart? |
| 18841 | XII Ah trees, why fall your leaves so fast? |
| 18841 | XLIII Are those two stars, her eyes, my life''s light gone, By which my soul was freèd from all dark? |
| 18841 | XVI I part; but how? |
| 18841 | XXIX Why died I not whenas I last did sleep? |
| 18841 | Ye traitorous floods, why nil your floats delay Until my latest moans discoursèd be? |
| 18841 | You are not loved; and that''s the cause I fear; For why? |
| 18841 | [ Footnote C: Our?] |
| 18841 | for grief, for thought, for strife; I faint; and why? |
| 18841 | for why? |
| 18841 | from joy, from hope, from life; I leave; but whom? |
| 18841 | love''s pride, wit''s pomp, heart''s bliss; I pine; for what? |
| 18842 | And if I find such pleasure to complain, What should I do then if I should obtain? |
| 18842 | Banish''d all grace, no graces with me dwell; Compelled to muse, my muses from me fly; Excluded heaven, what can remain but hell? |
| 18842 | But beggars, can they nought but cherries eat? |
| 18842 | But what, shall torture make me wrong her name? |
| 18842 | But when that other cares thy heart do seize, Alas, what succour gain I then by this, But double grief for thine and mine unease? |
| 18842 | But who shall honour yours? |
| 18842 | But yet what comforts shall I hereby gain? |
| 18842 | For what is he can alter fortune''s sliding? |
| 18842 | For who can live, perpetually secluded From death to life, that loathes her discontent? |
| 18842 | For who gets wealth, that puts not from the shore? |
| 18842 | How can I then leave love? |
| 18842 | How can my heart so many loves then hold, Which yet by heaps increase from day to day? |
| 18842 | III What viewed I, dear, when I thine eyes beheld? |
| 18842 | III_ Of the birth of his love_ Fly low, dear love, thy sun dost thou not see? |
| 18842 | IX Whilst echo cries,"What shall become of me?" |
| 18842 | If her defects have purchased her this fame, What should her virtues do, her smiles, her love? |
| 18842 | If not Arabella, who could this be? |
| 18842 | If this her worst, how should her best inflame? |
| 18842 | Love in his glory? |
| 18842 | No marvel then, though more than heretofore I weep and sigh; how can great wounds be there Where moisture runs not out? |
| 18842 | O if there''s none but thou can work my woe, Wilt thou be still unkind and kill me so? |
| 18842 | O since the world knows what the power can do, What were''t for thee to save and love me too? |
| 18842 | Or art thou grown in league with those fair eyes, That they may help thee to consume our days? |
| 18842 | Or dost thou spare her for her cruelties, Being merciless like thee that no man weighs? |
| 18842 | Saw I two suns? |
| 18842 | Say then, what mind this honest love would break; Since her perfections pure, withouten blot, Makes her beloved of thee, she knoweth not? |
| 18842 | See what reward he hath that serves th''ungrateful? |
| 18842 | What can I do but yield? |
| 18842 | What harm is it to kiss, to laugh, to play? |
| 18842 | What influence hath bred my hateful woe, That I from thee and them am forced to fall? |
| 18842 | What needs such art my thoughts then to entrap, When of themselves they fly into your lap? |
| 18842 | What passions would her milder favours move? |
| 18842 | What saw I then? |
| 18842 | What tides me then since these pains which annoy me, In my despair are evermore increasing? |
| 18842 | When shall her troubled brow charged with disdain Reveal the treasure which her smiles impart? |
| 18842 | When shall my faith the happiness attain, To break the ice that hath congealed her heart? |
| 18842 | Whilst echo cries,"What shall become of me?" |
| 18842 | Whose state best shows the force of murdering eyes? |
| 18842 | Why should I frame These sad neglected notes for her dear sake? |
| 18842 | Why should I offer up unto her name, The sweetest sacrifice my youth can make? |
| 18842 | Why should I strive to make her live for ever, That never deigns to give me joy to live? |
| 18842 | Why should m''afflicted Muse so much endeavour Such honour unto cruelty to give? |
| 18842 | XVII Why should I sing in verse? |
| 18842 | Yet no mild comfort would thy brow reveal, No lightning looks which falling hopes erect; What boots to laws of succour to appeal? |
| 18842 | what need is of a net To catch a bird that is already ta''en? |
| 18842 | who half your torments knows? |
| 42621 | Why, MOSES, did thy treach''rous art Lead us from Egypt''s fertile clime, Amid these pathless wilds To sink, wan Famine''s prey? 42621 And does my friend again demand the strain, Still seek to list the sorrow- soothing lay? 42621 And need I court the goddess when I move The warbling lute to sound the soul of love? 42621 And what, my friend, is life? 42621 Does he not after fairy shadows run? 42621 Does man exist to bless himself alone? 42621 Follows he not some wild illusive dream, Like children who would catch the radiant sun, Grasp at its image in the glittering stream? 42621 Forgot the fatal hour when thousands fell; And Heaven''s avenging arm Hurl''d down the shafts of death? 42621 Forgot the heavenly food That fell like evening dew, For Israel''s chosen race? 42621 Have only zephyrs fill''d my swelling sails, As smooth the gentle vessel glides along? 42621 Have we no duties of a social kind? 42621 Have ye forgot the fires That led your nightly march? 42621 Have ye forgot the hour When murmuring Anger buzz''d Along the busy tents? 42621 Have ye forgot the hour When, bold in secrecy, Sedition''s impious feet Stole on from tent to tent? 42621 How bounds the soul at freedom''s sacred call? 42621 How can this wretch prefer the prayer to heaven? 42621 How heav''d thine artful breast the deep- drawn sigh? 42621 How shrinks from slavery''s heart- appalling train? 42621 How spoke thy looks? 42621 How then shall age its wonted succour find; The blind a leader, and the poor a friend? 42621 How, self- condemn''d, expect to be forgiven? 42621 Is SITTIM''s field forgot? 42621 Is it this? 42621 Is self- regard creation''s noblest end? 42621 Mark''st thou the reed that on its surface floats? 42621 Mark''st thou yon streamlet in its onward course? 42621 O, cold of heart, shall pride assail thy shade, Whom all Romance could fancy nature made? 42621 On yon wild waste of ruin thron''d, what form Beats her swoln breast, and tears her unkempt hair? 42621 Or chills pale terror now his death- like face? 42621 Or sunk he, when the noiseless night was near, As calmly on his couch of down to sleep? 42621 Or will thy hope expect the coming day, When bright the sun may shine with unremitted ray? 42621 Rose he, like you, at morn devoid of fear, His anxious vigils o''er his gold to keep? 42621 Say, faulters now your chieftain''s breath? 42621 Say, what is virtue, sages? 42621 Shall partial friendship turn the favouring eye, No fault behold, but every charm descry; And shall the thankless bard his honour''d strain deny? 42621 Soothe sad reality With visionary bliss? 42621 Still would he hear the woe- worn heart complain, When melancholy loads the lingering day? 42621 To quit the public weal, and guard our own: Is life''s sole object individual bliss? 42621 What boots thy wealth above the world''s controul, If riches doom their churlish lord a slave? 42621 What wildly- beauteous form, High on the summit of yon bicrown''d hill, Lovely in horror, takes her dauntless stand? 42621 When frighted ocean stopt his waves, And rushing seas stood still? 42621 Where, where such virtues can we see, Or where such valour, SIDNEY, but in thee? 42621 Why bid mine eyes two stars of beauty move? 42621 Why bursts the big tear from my guilty eye? 42621 Why form the melting soul too apt for love? 42621 Why glare her full- fix''d eyes in stern despair? 42621 Why heap with charms to load me with disgrace? 42621 Why heaves my love- lorn breast the impious sigh? 42621 Why seems the spectre thus to court the storm? 42621 Why wilt thou, Memory, still recall to view Each long- past joy, each long- lost friend anew? 42621 Why, nature, didst thou give this fatal face? 42621 _ TO HAPPINESS._ Say, lovely fugitive, where dost thou dwell? 42621 _ TO REFLECTION._ Hence, busy torturer, wherefore should mine eye Revert again to many a sorrow past? 42621 have your thankless hearts Forgot the bounteous gifts of Heaven? 42621 how glow''d thine ardent eye? 42621 name that friend to thee? 42621 said he,''here late did GRATIO dwell, Hast thou not heard of good old GRATIO''s fame? 42621 soft Pity''s child, Where shall we seek thee now? 42621 tell my wish to thee? 42621 tell my wish to thee? 42621 tell my wish to thee? 42621 tell my wish to thee? 42621 thus curst with poverty of soul, What boot to thee the blessings fortune gave? 42621 wherefore sleeps thy lay? 15448 How falls it out so strangely?" |
| 15448 | Ah cruel fates, why do you then besot Poor Corin''s soul with love, when love is fled? |
| 15448 | And sith no other sun, why should I fear? |
| 15448 | Are women woe to men, traps for their falls? |
| 15448 | Be husbands fearful of the chastest wives? |
| 15448 | Besides, since from one root we both did spring, Why should not I thy fame and beauty sing? |
| 15448 | But what hear I? |
| 15448 | But what of pity do I speak to thee, Whose breast is proof against complaint or prayer? |
| 15448 | But what of this? |
| 15448 | But what, is mine so great? |
| 15448 | But why, O why, do I so far digress? |
| 15448 | But, for the other greedily doth eye it, I pray you tell me, what do I get by it? |
| 15448 | Can beauty both at once give life and kill? |
| 15448 | Did nature frame thy beauty so unkind? |
| 15448 | Differ their words, their deeds, their looks, their lives? |
| 15448 | Doth fancy purchase praise, and virtue shame? |
| 15448 | Doth kindness grow unkind? |
| 15448 | Hath she nor ears to hear nor eyes to see? |
| 15448 | Hath truth unto herself procurèd blame? |
| 15448 | Have lovers ever been their tennis balls? |
| 15448 | How can I hide that is already known? |
| 15448 | How then? |
| 15448 | I that thus take or they that thus refuse, Whether are these deceivèd then, or I? |
| 15448 | II My heart was slain, and none but you and I; Who should I think the murder should commit? |
| 15448 | IV Did you sometimes three German brethren see, Rancour''twixt two of them so raging rife, That th''one could stick the other with his knife? |
| 15448 | If that the sentence so unhappy be, Then what am I that gave the same to me? |
| 15448 | Is it to have the weeds of sorrow grow So long and thick, that they will ne''er be spent? |
| 15448 | Is nature grown less powerful in their heirs, Or in our fathers did she more transgress? |
| 15448 | Is she a stock, a block, a stone, a flint? |
| 15448 | Is there none to aid me? |
| 15448 | LII What dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart, To take all mine and give me none again? |
| 15448 | LVI Is trust betrayed? |
| 15448 | May show of goodness lurk in treachery? |
| 15448 | Must sacred muses suffer misery? |
| 15448 | Or dost thou scorn to pity my despair? |
| 15448 | Or doth my Chloris stand in doubt that I With syren songs do seek her to beguile? |
| 15448 | Or from what planet had I derivation That thus my life in seas of woe is crossed? |
| 15448 | Or hath it lost the virtue with the times, Or in this island alt''reth with the fashions? |
| 15448 | Or have our passions lesser power than theirs, Who had less art them lively to express? |
| 15448 | Or have thine eyes such magic or that art That what they get they ever do retain? |
| 15448 | Or will you love me, and yet hate me too? |
| 15448 | Pity or let him die that daily dieth; Dieth he not oft who often sings this ditty? |
| 15448 | Shall Phoebus hinder little stars to shine, Or lofty cedar mushrooms leave to grow? |
| 15448 | Shall fortune alter the most constant mind? |
| 15448 | She was an heiress, he a penniless poet, and what was to be done? |
| 15448 | TO HUMOUR XIX You can not love, my pretty heart, and why? |
| 15448 | TO THE CRITICS XXXI Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer, And tax my Muse with this fantastic grace; Turning my papers asks,"What have we here?" |
| 15448 | Then as in time they come, so must they go; Death common is to beggars and to kings For whither do I run beside my text? |
| 15448 | Think''st thou, my wit shall keep the packhorse way, That every dudgeon low invention goes? |
| 15448 | This new- coined love, love doth reprove? |
| 15448 | VII What need I mourn, seeing Pan our sacred king Was of that nymph fair Syrinx coy disdained? |
| 15448 | What next, what other shift? |
| 15448 | What should I say? |
| 15448 | What talk I of a heart when thou hast none? |
| 15448 | What will you do? |
| 15448 | What, will you hate? |
| 15448 | What, will you keep a mean then betwixt either? |
| 15448 | Whose fortune then was it to win all three? |
| 15448 | Will reason yield unto rebelling will? |
| 15448 | X Am I a Gorgon that she doth me fly, Or was I hatchèd in the river Nile? |
| 15448 | XI Tell me, my dear, what moves thy ruthless mind To be so cruel, seeing thou art so fair? |
| 15448 | XI Winged with sad woes, why doth fair zephyr blow Upon my face, the map of discontent? |
| 15448 | XLIII Tell me of love, sweet Love, who is thy sire, Or if thou mortal or immortal be? |
| 15448 | XXV O, why should nature niggardly restrain That foreign nations relish not our tongue? |
| 15448 | XXV Who doth not know that love is triumphant, Sitting upon the throne of majesty? |
| 15448 | XXVII Is not love here as''tis in other climes, And differeth it as do the several nations? |
| 15448 | XXVIII What cruel star or fate had domination When I was born, that thus my love is crossed? |
| 15448 | XXXVII Dear, why should you command me to my rest, When now the night doth summon all to sleep? |
| 15448 | Yet my confused affects no speech affords, For why? |
| 15448 | and"I!"? |
| 15448 | can he love? |
| 15448 | what yet remains to do? |
| 1041 | And for that riches where is my deserving? |
| 1041 | And fortify your self in your decay With means more blessed than my barren rhyme? |
| 1041 | And what is''t but mine own when I praise thee? |
| 1041 | And wherefore say not I that I am old? |
| 1041 | Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb? |
| 1041 | But what''s so blessed- fair that fears no blot? |
| 1041 | C Where art thou Muse that thou forget''st so long, To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? |
| 1041 | CI O truant Muse what shall be thy amends For thy neglect of truth in beauty dy''d? |
| 1041 | CLI Love is too young to know what conscience is, Yet who knows not conscience is born of love? |
| 1041 | CVIII What''s in the brain, that ink may character, Which hath not figur''d to thee my true spirit? |
| 1041 | CXIV Or whether doth my mind, being crown''d with you, Drink up the monarch''s plague, this flattery? |
| 1041 | CXXXVII Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes, That they behold, and see not what they see? |
| 1041 | Do I not think on thee, when I forgot Am of my self, all tyrant, for thy sake? |
| 1041 | Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight? |
| 1041 | For how do I hold thee but by thy granting? |
| 1041 | For where is she so fair whose unear''d womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? |
| 1041 | IV Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thy self thy beauty''s legacy? |
| 1041 | IX Is it for fear to wet a widow''s eye, That thou consum''st thy self in single life? |
| 1041 | If it be not, then love doth well denote Love''s eye is not so true as all men''s: no, How can it? |
| 1041 | If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is not so? |
| 1041 | Is this thy body''s end? |
| 1041 | Is''t not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet''st friend must be? |
| 1041 | LI Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou art why should I haste me thence? |
| 1041 | LIII What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? |
| 1041 | LVII Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? |
| 1041 | LXI Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? |
| 1041 | LXXVI Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? |
| 1041 | LXXXIV Who is it that says most, which can say more, Than this rich praise,--that you alone, are you? |
| 1041 | Love is a babe, then might I not say so, To give full growth to that which still doth grow? |
| 1041 | Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not, To put fair truth upon so foul a face? |
| 1041 | Or on my frailties why are frailer spies, Which in their wills count bad what I think good? |
| 1041 | Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? |
| 1041 | Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? |
| 1041 | Or who is he so fond will be the tomb, Of his self- love to stop posterity? |
| 1041 | Profitless usurer, why dost thou use So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live? |
| 1041 | Shall will in others seem right gracious, And in my will no fair acceptance shine? |
| 1041 | Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? |
| 1041 | Spend''st thou thy fury on some worthless song, Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light? |
| 1041 | Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy: Why lov''st thou that which thou receiv''st not gladly, Or else receiv''st with pleasure thine annoy? |
| 1041 | To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? |
| 1041 | VIII Music to hear, why hear''st thou music sadly? |
| 1041 | Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write, Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? |
| 1041 | Were it not sinful then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well? |
| 1041 | What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? |
| 1041 | What''s new to speak, what now to register, That may express my love, or thy dear merit? |
| 1041 | Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, The more I hear and see just cause of hate? |
| 1041 | Why should false painting imitate his cheek, And steel dead seeming of his living hue? |
| 1041 | Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is, Beggar''d of blood to blush through lively veins? |
| 1041 | Why should my heart think that a several plot, Which my heart knows the wide world''s common place? |
| 1041 | Why should poor beauty indirectly seek Roses of shadow, since his rose is true? |
| 1041 | Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? |
| 1041 | Why with the time do I not glance aside To new- found methods, and to compounds strange? |
| 1041 | Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious, Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine? |
| 1041 | XCIX The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love''s breath? |
| 1041 | XL Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? |
| 1041 | XVI But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? |
| 1041 | XVII Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill''d with your most high deserts? |
| 1041 | XVIII Shall I compare thee to a summer''s day? |
| 1041 | XXVIII How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarre''d the benefit of rest? |
| 1041 | change thy thought, that I may change my mind: Shall hate be fairer lodg''d than gentle love? |
| 1041 | from what power hast thou this powerful might, With insufficiency my heart to sway? |
| 1041 | how can Love''s eye be true, That is so vexed with watching and with tears? |
| 1041 | how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? |
| 1041 | say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake? |
| 1041 | what excuse will my poor beast then find, When swift extremity can seem but slow? |
| 1041 | where, alack, Shall Time''s best jewel from Time''s chest lie hid? |