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 |
|---|---|
| 49410 | In the charmed ear of what beloved youth Sounds thy sweet voice? 49410 ''tis acting not, I vow, As a friend should; I from the fountain''s froth Am dripping wet, and thou, too, art thou wroth-- Poor Sir Unfortunate? 49410 ''tis nought; fame? 49410 Albanio, this from thee? 49410 All that the good knight did amiss Was, that he ever joined the dance._Count they then this a great offence? |
| 49410 | And at the finish of a course like this, shall they presume To scare me? |
| 49410 | And thou, sad partridge, think''st thou that to flee Straight from the copse secures thy life to thee? |
| 49410 | And yet-- if only for the pleasing pride Of touching her, methinks that I might shake This fear away; but what if she should wake? |
| 49410 | Are not these Feet? |
| 49410 | At the camp arrived, he shouted,"Who will so fool- hardy be As to fight me? |
| 49410 | But how, oh how shall I be sure, that here My evil Genius, in the change I seek, Is not still sworn against me? |
| 49410 | But now, though certain is the bliss displayed, How shall I venture to awake the maid, Dreading the light that lures me to her side? |
| 49410 | But what shall I do, Lady? |
| 49410 | But what was known before? |
| 49410 | But whither rove I? |
| 49410 | But who can free himself from such a suit, When his thwart nature has become thereto Conformed? |
| 49410 | But who can speak calmly my grief? |
| 49410 | But why afflict myself for this? |
| 49410 | COMMENT ON THIS TEXT:"_ Why, what calumnious charge is this That you against him would advance? |
| 49410 | Can I not fulfil My threats? |
| 49410 | Can it be, That without discomposure thou canst see Love make in frolic, for a flight of skill, Thy very tongue the puppet of his will? |
| 49410 | Can there be Aught half so charming, half so sweet to me, As listening to thy stories? |
| 49410 | Canst thou ask, Kinsman unkind, what would I? |
| 49410 | Canst thou so soon my long, long love forget, And in a moment break without regret The bond of years? |
| 49410 | Dark was the hour when first I strove with thee, So harsh thou smitest; were we not before As brothers fond; shall we be such no more? |
| 49410 | Did not Ulysses farm the watery waste? |
| 49410 | Discourteous power, Where wert thou gone in that momentous hour? |
| 49410 | Distinction? |
| 49410 | Does thy wonder mount So high, Salicio, at this poor account? |
| 49410 | Dying I am with hopeless, sharp concern; If to tried friendship this is the return She makes, with what will she requite her foe? |
| 49410 | Fortune? |
| 49410 | Hast thou not Infringed our friendship on this very spot, Seeking to turn it by a course amiss From placid thoughts? |
| 49410 | He is more still And tranquil than he was: Salicio, What are thy thoughts; can he be cured, or no? |
| 49410 | How could these emasculated writers raise the art from the abyss into which it had fallen? |
| 49410 | How have I fallen in such contempt, how grown So suddenly detested, or in what Attentions have I failed thee? |
| 49410 | How then could he Calypso''s fruitage taste?" |
| 49410 | I fear That daring act might make her more austere; Yet, what is to be done? |
| 49410 | I on his dreams will gently steal, and see If I the shepherd know, and if he be Of the unhappy or contented class: Is it Albanio slumbering there? |
| 49410 | I shared thy joy, and can I fail to be Touched with thy grief? |
| 49410 | In the charmed ear of what beloved youth Sounds thy sweet voice? |
| 49410 | In which are images more delicate and appropriate, or more naturally expressed, than these? |
| 49410 | In which of them are poetical periods met with, that in wealth of language, brilliancy, and music, can be compared with the following? |
| 49410 | Indeed dost thou? |
| 49410 | Is it a dream? |
| 49410 | Is it a phantom changed into the form Of her whose beauty makes my blood run warm? |
| 49410 | Is this a time for pleasantry and play? |
| 49410 | Know''st thou, clear mirror, what thy glass has done? |
| 49410 | Knowest thou Any news of me? |
| 49410 | Me? |
| 49410 | Mention is made by Sanchez, of an elegy addressed by Fabio to Violante, beginning Andate senza me, chara Violante? |
| 49410 | Noble lords, If I be still, will you put up your swords? |
| 49410 | Or wert thou in the grey woods hunting deer? |
| 49410 | Or with thy shepherd boy entranced? |
| 49410 | Out then, with gallant unconcern, Don Alvar Fanez spake:''Come, come, my Cid, what means all this? |
| 49410 | Quid est enim quod possit cum præstantissimi poetæ amore atque benevolentiâ comparari? |
| 49410 | Right forward has he been, but yet Why laugh with such extravagance? |
| 49410 | Salicio, cease this language; curb thy tongue; I feel the grief, the insult, and the wrong: Whence these fine words? |
| 49410 | Say thou, for whom hast thou so rudely left My love, or stolen, who triumphs in the theft? |
| 49410 | Say thou, for whom hast thou so rudely left My love, or stolen, who triumphs in the theft? |
| 49410 | Say, art thou frenzied? |
| 49410 | See you how much your power can now befriend me? |
| 49410 | Some one has stolen and hid it as I gazed On the clear sky, somewhat too much amazed; Or has it stayed behind asleep? |
| 49410 | Sport''st thou with life? |
| 49410 | Still, Our shared pursuits by fountain, grove, and hill, And our vowed friendship to thy wishes win My else- sealed lips;--yet, how shall I begin? |
| 49410 | The first gives me the greatest pleasure, for what is comparable to the love and esteem of a fine poet? |
| 49410 | The sun and moon wind night and day the web Of the world''s life robust, and dost thou weep The warning which age sends thee? |
| 49410 | Then vowed I never more to trust the bliss, At my command and option, to the guile Of such another syren, but from this How shall vows save me? |
| 49410 | Think''st thou that I on my part do not prove This living death, this agony of love? |
| 49410 | This change from bliss to ruin who could bear? |
| 49410 | This dost thou scorn? |
| 49410 | Thou, my Salicio? |
| 49410 | To this result since thine opinions tend, Salicio, what with our distracted friend? |
| 49410 | To whom, alas, Shall I give notice of the theft? |
| 49410 | What are too adverse now to join, too wild For love to fear, too dissonant to agree? |
| 49410 | What babbling echo not been tired thereby? |
| 49410 | What daring hand may hope to raise To thee the double trophy due, Whom not alone the poet''s bays Distinguished, but the warrior''s too? |
| 49410 | What faith is too secure to be beguiled? |
| 49410 | What foolish fancy''s this, Albanio? |
| 49410 | What have I dared, Camilla? |
| 49410 | What heath, or leafy waste Of forests, has not heard our hunting cry? |
| 49410 | What is this thou''hast said, Unthinking Nemoroso? |
| 49410 | What may not now be looked for to take place In any certain or uncertain case? |
| 49410 | What obstacle forbids thee to reveal This ill to one who surely hopes to heal In part the wound? |
| 49410 | What tributary voice in one Collect thy various praises? |
| 49410 | What will the mother of thy love do now, Who loved thee as her soul? |
| 49410 | What would''st thou say, if, standing centinel With upraised leg when midnight shadows fell, The crane was snared betwixt us? |
| 49410 | What would''st thou? |
| 49410 | What, at the end of two centuries, remains of all that pomp, of all the loud applauses which then fatigued the echoes of fame? |
| 49410 | Where are the eloquent mild eyes that drew My heart where''er they wandered? |
| 49410 | Where now the neck, to whiteness overwrought, That like a column with genteelest scorn Sustained the golden dome of virtuous thought? |
| 49410 | Wherefore not entreat To hurry on the time when I shall see The veil of mortal being rent in twain, And smile that I am free? |
| 49410 | Whither I dread to think, and grieve to have descried? |
| 49410 | Who breathes so loud? |
| 49410 | Who climbed trees swinging o''er the hoarse deep tide, And poured into thy lap, or at thy feet, Their kernelled nuts, the sweetest of the sweet? |
| 49410 | Who witnesses my weeping? |
| 49410 | Who would have told me of so rude a stroke? |
| 49410 | Whom do I wail to? |
| 49410 | Why, how harm I thee? |
| 49410 | Wilt thou sit still, if I my grasp forego, Whilst by clear reasons I proceed to show That without any reason thou with me Wert wroth? |
| 49410 | Wilt thou then go without me, in thy wrath, Dear Violante? |
| 49410 | Would you kill me? |
| 49410 | Yet what harm have I done thee? |
| 49410 | _ Chi audace osera mai tue lodi sparte?_ 1. |
| 49410 | and is it in this mode Thou keep''st thy plighted oath? |
| 49410 | but how? |
| 49410 | die, go-- here-- there-- where''er I will, Spirit or flesh? |
| 49410 | dost thou Fly from me thus? |
| 49410 | dost thou slumber still, Dull and deaf to the alarms Of this loud inrushing ill? |
| 49410 | from what paradise Hast thou too cast me by a mere surprise? |
| 49410 | gain? |
| 49410 | glory? |
| 49410 | how swift Thy-- what is it? |
| 49410 | if from on high ye view This false, this perjured maid Work the destruction of a friend so true, Why leave her crime of justice unrepaid? |
| 49410 | is it well To''invest thyself with my secreted shell Of flesh, before my face? |
| 49410 | lashed and pinioned? |
| 49410 | mock''st thou me? |
| 49410 | of this cost, What rich returns, what vestiges remain? |
| 49410 | on whom revolvest thou Thy beautiful blue eyes? |
| 49410 | on whom revolvest thou Thy beautiful blue eyes? |
| 49410 | on whose proved truth Anchors thy broken faith? |
| 49410 | on whose sworn truth Anchors thy broken faith? |
| 49410 | or do I surely clasp Her gentle hand, that answers grasp for grasp? |
| 49410 | since the sapphire sky Thou measurest now on angel- wings, and feet Sandalled with immortality, oh why Of me forgetful? |
| 49410 | the bright hair That paled the shining gold, that did contemn The glorious opal as a meaner gem, The bosom''s ivory apples, where, ah where? |
| 49410 | victory? |
| 49410 | what is it that I view? |
| 49410 | what mischief more? |
| 49410 | what motion do I make? |
| 49410 | what schoolman did commit To thee this pomp of philosophic wit, A shepherd of the hills? |
| 49410 | what wrong? |
| 49410 | what? |
| 49410 | where the hand, White, delicate, and pure as melting dew, Filled with the spoils that, proud of thy command, My feelings paid in tribute? |
| 49410 | wherefore as a foe Force the fond lover evermore to go Onward from strife to strife, o''er land and sea? |
| 49410 | who could view The ardent light of his dear beauty, who The expression of his frank fair countenance, Nor own his grandeur in that single glance? |
| 49410 | who goes there? |
| 49410 | who presses now Thy laughing lip, and hopes thy heaven of charms, Locked in the embracings of thy two white arms? |
| 49410 | who presses now Thy laughing lip, and hopes thy heaven of charms, Locked in the''embraces of thy two white arms? |
| 49410 | why not leap in, And reach the centre of the fountain cold? |
| 49410 | why should I Smart for the madness of my tongue, when woes Beyond endurance lift the lash on high, And Reason trembles on her tottering throne? |