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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18343 | Bless us,cried the Mayor,"what''s that?" |
18343 | How? |
18343 | One? 18343 Did I say, all? 18343 Insulted by a lazy ribald With idle pipe and vesture piebald? 18343 Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber door but a gentle tap? 18343 You hope, because you''re old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease? 18343 You threaten us, fellow? 18343 cried the Mayor,d''ye think I brook Being worse treated than a Cook? |
6670 | Am I not weak as thou art strong? 6670 But, all I felt there, right or wrong,"What is it to thee, who curest sinning? |
6670 | Did my heart make no amends? 6670 Good folks,"thought I, as resolve grew stronger,"This way you perform the Grand- Inquisitor"When the weather sends you a chance visitor? |
6670 | What matters the water? 6670 Why sit I here on the threshold- stone"Left till He return, alone"Save for the garment''s extreme fold"Abandoned still to bless my hold?" |
6670 | --or,"Believe in me,"Who lived and died, yet essentially"Am Lord of Life?" |
6670 | After how many modes, this Christmas Eve, Does the self- same weary thing take place? |
6670 | Ah friend, what gift of man''s does not? |
6670 | And here, is there water or not, to drink? |
6670 | And now that I know the very worst of him, What was it I thought to obtain at first of him? |
6670 | And what is this that rises propped With pillars of prodigious girth? |
6670 | And what retain? |
6670 | And why? |
6670 | But again, could such disgrace have happened? |
6670 | Choose which; then tell me, on what ground Should its possessor dare propound His claim to rise o''er us an inch? |
6670 | Christ''s goodness, then-- does that fare better? |
6670 | Could my soul find aught to sing in tune with Even at this lecture, if she tried? |
6670 | Do these men praise him? |
6670 | Does the precept run"Believe in good,"In justice, truth, now understood"For the first time?" |
6670 | Each friend at my elbow had surely nudged it; And, as for the sermon, where did my nap end? |
6670 | For where am I, in city or plain, Since I am''ware of the world again? |
6670 | Have wisdom''s words no more felicity? |
6670 | His intellect? |
6670 | How comes it that for one found able To sift the truth of it from fable, Millions believe it to the letter? |
6670 | Is it really on the earth, This miraculous Dome of God? |
6670 | Is the vesture left me to commune with? |
6670 | Morality to the uttermost, Supreme in Christ as we all confess, Why need we prove would avail no jot To make him God, if God he were not? |
6670 | Oh, whose foot shall I see emerge, Whose, from the straining topmost dark, On to the keystone of that arc? |
6670 | Still, why paint over their door"Mount Zion,"To which all flesh shall come, saith the prophecy? |
6670 | That one''s made Christ, this other, Pilate, And this might be all that has been,-- So what is there to frown or smile at? |
6670 | That''s one point gained: can I compass another? |
6670 | The goodness,--how did he acquire it? |
6670 | The stumbling- block, his speech-- who laid it? |
6670 | Thus much of Christ does he reject? |
6670 | Unlearned love was safe from spurning-- Ca n''t we respect your loveless learning? |
6670 | Unless I heard it, could I have judged it? |
6670 | V But wherefore be harsh on a single case? |
6670 | VI For lo, what think you? |
6670 | Was it self- gained, did God inspire it? |
6670 | What is it I must reverence duly? |
6670 | What is the point where himself lays stress? |
6670 | What? |
6670 | Will you take the praise in tears or laughter? |
6670 | XVIII Can it be that he stays inside? |
6670 | XXII How else was I found there, bolt upright On my bench, as if I had never left it? |
6670 | You pledge Your fealty to such rule? |
6670 | You urge Christ''s followers''simplicity: But how does shifting blame, evade it? |
655 | Is n''t it wonderful? |
655 | ''And what do you think befell us in this abode of peace and innocence? |
655 | ''My sister was anxious to know exactly where the body was found:"Vouz savez la croix au sommet de la colline? |
655 | ''Now, have you heard enough of us? |
655 | ''What do you think death is, Robert?'' |
655 | ? |
655 | A painful and urgent question now presented itself for solution: Where should his body find its last rest? |
655 | And how can I thank you enough for this good news-- all this music I shall be so thoroughly gratified to hear? |
655 | And now tell me, is this below the average of catalogue original poetry? |
655 | And what think you it was, but your sketch( engraved chalk portrait) of me? |
655 | Are they going to pull the old walls down, or any part of them, I want to know? |
655 | But when a friend once said to him:''You have not a great love for nature, have you?'' |
655 | By the way, you speak of''Pippa''--could we not make some arrangement about it? |
655 | Can I do anything for you at Rome-- not to say, Florence? |
655 | Dear Mrs. Hill,--Could you befriend me? |
655 | Did I tell you we had a little captive fox,--the most engaging of little vixens? |
655 | Do you ever see, by the way, the numbers of the selection which Moxons publish? |
655 | Do you know I was a young wonder( as are eleven out of the dozen of us) at drawing? |
655 | Do you know his poems? |
655 | Do you think I was satisfied with staying in the box? |
655 | Have I not written a long letter, for me who hate the sight of a pen now, and see a pile of unanswered things on the table before me? |
655 | Have I tired your good temper? |
655 | He had said in writing to Mrs. FitzGerald,''Shall I ever see them''( the things he is describing)''again?'' |
655 | Her last word was when I asked''How do you feel?'' |
655 | How else? |
655 | How was it Tottie never came here as she promised? |
655 | I do earnestly wish to change the scene and air-- but where to go? |
655 | I had an impassioned letter, a fortnight ago, from a nephew of mine, who is in the second division[ battalion?] |
655 | I''Would a man''scape the rod?'' |
655 | II Quoth a young Sadducee:''Reader of many rolls, Is it so certain we Have, as they tell us, souls?'' |
655 | Is Casa Guidi to be turned into any Public Office? |
655 | Is it to be some other time? |
655 | Isa, may I ask you one favour? |
655 | Lady Augusta quickly repaired it by rejoining,''but she is better than she was, is she not?'' |
655 | Monday night, March 9(? |
655 | Mr. Bell''s at Cheshunt, and was he still alive?'' |
655 | On the other hand, those theatrical people ought to know,--and what in the world made them select it, if it is not likely to answer their purpose? |
655 | Perhaps she does n''t care much for anybody by this time, who knows? |
655 | Shall I ever see them again, when-- as I suppose-- we leave for Venice in a fortnight? |
655 | Shall I say''Eyebright''? |
655 | Shall you come to town, anywhere near town, soon? |
655 | She saw Her and asked''when shall I be with you?'' |
655 | The fifth consisted of the Lines beginning''Still ailing, Wind? |
655 | The lyrics_ want_ your music-- five or six in all-- how say you? |
655 | The minister answered--"is it possible that_ you_ ask me this? |
655 | The reply was,''Shall it be historical and English; what do you say to a drama on Strafford?'' |
655 | They always treat me gently in''Punch''--why do n''t you do the same by the Browning Society? |
655 | Thou, whom these eyes saw never,--say friends true Who say my soul, helped onward by my song, Though all unwittingly, has helped thee too? |
655 | What are you doing, writing-- drawing? |
655 | What can I say upon it? |
655 | What circumstances will best draw out, set forth this feeling? |
655 | What companions should I have? |
655 | What could he do better than secure for himself this resting- place by the way? |
655 | What do you say to dashing down a plate on the floor when you do n''t like what''s on it? |
655 | What sort of weather is it? |
655 | Where is your Bertie? |
655 | Who can the third be? |
655 | Why not enquire how it happens that, this second time, there was no doubt of the play''s doing as well as plays ordinarily do? |
655 | Will you give us them? |
655 | You will be glad to see me on the earliest occasion, will you not? |
655 | You will''sarve me out''? |
655 | Your friend Pepoli has been lecturing here, has he not? |
655 | and the people all asked,''who are these who make all this parade?'' |
655 | he said to his son;''is it a fainting, or is it a pang?'' |
655 | wilt be appeased or no?'' |
42850 | ''Here he comes, holds in mouth this time--What may the thing be? 42850 Bless us,"cried the Mayor,"what''s that?" |
42850 | Boasts he Muléykeh the Pearl? |
42850 | How? |
42850 | One? 42850 Such the turn,"said I,"the matter takes with you? |
42850 | What if no flocks and herds enrich the son of Sinán? 42850 When was I most brave? |
42850 | You-- a soldier? 42850 Your heart''s queen, you dethrone her? |
42850 | ''Such the new manoeuvre, Captain? |
42850 | A Lieutenant? |
42850 | A Mate-- first, second, third? |
42850 | And now''tis the haunch and hind- foot''s turn--That''s hard: can the beast quite raise it? |
42850 | And"What mockery or malice have we here?" |
42850 | Are you bought by English gold? |
42850 | Are you cowards, fools, or rogues? |
42850 | As I ride, as I ride To our Chief and his Allied, Who dares chide my heart''s pride As I ride, as I ride? |
42850 | Burn the fleet and ruin France? |
42850 | But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these--A Captain? |
42850 | But when the heart suffers a blow, Will the pain pass so soon, do you know?" |
42850 | But where''s the need of wasting time now? |
42850 | CHO.--King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
42850 | CHO.--King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
42850 | Could the girl be wo nt( She the stainless soul) to treasure up Money, earth''s trash and heaven''s affront? |
42850 | Did I cheat?'' |
42850 | Did I say, all? |
42850 | Did the conqueror spurn the creature, Once its service done? |
42850 | Did this boy''s eye wink once? |
42850 | Do n''t object"Why call him friend, then?" |
42850 | Do the ten steeds run a race of glory? |
42850 | Evermore? |
42850 | For whom did he cheer and laugh else, While Noll''s damned troopers shot him? |
42850 | Gold, did I say? |
42850 | Had a spider found out the communion- cup, Was a toad in the christening- font? |
42850 | He stepped it, safe on the ledge he stood, When-- whom found he full- facing? |
42850 | Hid there? |
42850 | How bring Clive in? |
42850 | How else had he wrought himself his ruin, in fortune''s spite? |
42850 | How should I have borne me, please? |
42850 | I and Clive were friends-- and why not? |
42850 | I''ve better counsellors; what counsel they? |
42850 | If a friend has leave to question,--when were you most brave, in short?" |
42850 | If she wished not the rash deed''s recallment? |
42850 | Insulted by a lazy ribald With idle pipe and vesture piebald? |
42850 | Is he generous like Spring dew? |
42850 | Is it love the lying''s for? |
42850 | Is there a reason in metre? |
42850 | It is life against life: what good avails to the life- bereft?" |
42850 | Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber- door but a gentle tap? |
42850 | Kentish and loyalists, keep we not here, CHO.--Marching along, fifty- score strong, Great- hearted gentlemen, singing this song? |
42850 | King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
42850 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
42850 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
42850 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
42850 | Now, did you ever? |
42850 | Now, do you see? |
42850 | Or are witnesses denied-- Through the desert waste and wide Do I glide unespied As I ride, as I ride? |
42850 | Quarters? |
42850 | Reach the mooring? |
42850 | Reels that castle thunder- smitten, storm- dismantled? |
42850 | Resignation? |
42850 | She went out''mid hooting and laughter; Clement Marot stayed; I followed after, And asked, as a grace, what it all meant? |
42850 | That''s the tale: its application? |
42850 | The blow a glove gives is but weak: Does the mark yet discolour my cheek? |
42850 | Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on board;"Why, what hope or chance have ships like these to pass?" |
42850 | There''s yet Another child to save? |
42850 | This clerk''s no swordsman? |
42850 | Till, at ending, all the judges Cry with one assent"Take the prize-- a prize who grudges Such a voice and instrument? |
42850 | To whom used my boy George quaff else, By the old fool''s side that begot him? |
42850 | Too much bee''s- wing floats my figure? |
42850 | Was it prose or was it rhyme, Greek or Latin? |
42850 | Were they seven Strings the lyre possessed? |
42850 | What craft is it Duhl designs? |
42850 | What if, with such words as these, He had cast away his weapon? |
42850 | What moment of the minute, what speck- centre in the wide Circle of the action saw your mortal fairly deified? |
42850 | What then? |
42850 | What, off again? |
42850 | What, you force a card, you cheat, Sir?'' |
42850 | When a man''s busy, why, leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure:''Faith, and at leisure once is he? |
42850 | Where did I break off at? |
42850 | Wherefore Keep on casting pearls To a-- poet? |
42850 | Who dared interpose between the altar''s victim and the priest? |
42850 | Who found me in wine you drank once? |
42850 | Who gave me the goods that went since? |
42850 | Who helped me to gold I spent since? |
42850 | Who raised me the house that sank once? |
42850 | Who''d have thought it? |
42850 | Who? |
42850 | Why I deliver this horrible verse? |
42850 | Why prate Longer? |
42850 | Why should I speak of sale? |
42850 | Why? |
42850 | Will that do? |
42850 | Would I beg your son to cheer my dark if Muléykeh died? |
42850 | You hope, because you''re old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease? |
42850 | You threaten us, fellow? |
42850 | You-- at Plassy? |
42850 | a cricket( What"cicada?" |
42850 | cried the Mayor,"d''ye think I brook Being worse treated than a Cook? |
42850 | cries Hervé Riel:"Are you mad, you Malouins? |
42850 | once quench it, what help is left? |
2880 | ''Twere easily arranged for me: but you-- What would become of you? |
2880 | --And stay? |
2880 | --That she''ll receive Lord Mertoun--(her own phrase)-- This, who could bear? |
2880 | --What for? |
2880 | A bell? |
2880 | A man, you say: What man? |
2880 | A miscreant like yourself, How must one rouse his ire? |
2880 | A woman takes my hand? |
2880 | And if the Earl returns To- night? |
2880 | And must I rend this web, tear up, break down The sweet and palpitating mystery That makes her sacred? |
2880 | And what brings you Under the yew- trees? |
2880 | And what will now Become of me? |
2880 | And you... Austin, how old is she? |
2880 | Are sure that unobserved you scaled the walls? |
2880 | Are you, too, silent? |
2880 | At least He is your lover? |
2880 | Austin, Do you love me? |
2880 | Brown? |
2880 | But will you ever so forget his breast As carelessly to cross this bloody turf Under the black yew avenue? |
2880 | But you said You would receive his suit in spite of this? |
2880 | But you''d not have a boy--And what''s the Earl beside?--possess too soon That stateliness? |
2880 | But you, you grant my suit? |
2880 | But, Thorold-- if I will receive him as I said? |
2880 | Can I avoid this? |
2880 | Can I say more? |
2880 | Can you stay here till I return with help? |
2880 | Can you, from the brief minutes I have left, Eke out my reparation? |
2880 | Compelled myself-- if not to speak untruth, Yet to disguise, to shun, to put aside The truth, as-- what had e''er prevailed on me Save you to venture? |
2880 | Death? |
2880 | Declare Your name: who are you? |
2880 | Did I dream That I could palliate what is done? |
2880 | Did you hear him bid me give His message? |
2880 | Did you hear my promise? |
2880 | Do you know you speak sensibly to- day? |
2880 | Does any hear a runner''s foot Or a steed''s trample or a coach- wheel''s cry? |
2880 | Does that huge tome show some blot In the Earl''s''scutcheon come no longer back Than Arthur''s time? |
2880 | Dove, Whose pinion I have rashly hurt, my breast-- Shall my heart''s warmth not nurse thee into strength? |
2880 | Enter AUSTIN Oh, where have you been hiding? |
2880 | Face can come From Heaven and heart from... whence proceed such hearts? |
2880 | Flower I have crushed, shall I not care for thee? |
2880 | For I must wring a partial-- dare I say, Forgiveness from you, ere I die? |
2880 | Forgive me, Mildred!--are you silent, Sweet? |
2880 | Gerard? |
2880 | Gone? |
2880 | Ha does not enter? |
2880 | Ha, ha, what should I Know of your ways? |
2880 | Has Thorold gone, and are you here? |
2880 | Has what I''m fain to hope, Arrived then? |
2880 | Have I gained at last Your brother, the one scarer of your dreams, And waking thoughts''sole apprehension too? |
2880 | Have you seen Lady Mildred, by the way? |
2880 | He has desert, and that, acknowledgment; Is he content? |
2880 | He lacked wit? |
2880 | Here in my house, your father kept our woods Before you? |
2880 | Him you loved: And me? |
2880 | How could you let us E''en talk to you about Lord Mertoun then? |
2880 | How else should love''s perfected noontide follow? |
2880 | How long have you lived here? |
2880 | How seems the Earl? |
2880 | How should I act? |
2880 | How? |
2880 | How? |
2880 | Hurt where? |
2880 | I felt they were not yours-- what other way Than this, not yours? |
2880 | I figured him a cold-- Shall I say, haughty man? |
2880 | I have your word if hers? |
2880 | I may with a wrung heart Even reprove you, Mildred; I did more: Will you forgive me? |
2880 | I mean, and should have said, whose love is best Of all that love or that profess to love? |
2880 | I said how gracefully his mantle lay Beneath the rings of his light hair? |
2880 | I was scarce a boy-- e''en now What am I more? |
2880 | I would pluck it off And cast it from me!--but no-- no, you''ll not Repeat that?--will you, Mildred, repeat that? |
2880 | I''ll not... Henry, you do not wish that I should draw This vengeance down? |
2880 | Is Lord Tresham there? |
2880 | Is our meeting over? |
2880 | Is she-- can she be really gone at last? |
2880 | Is the Earl come or his least poursuivant? |
2880 | Is there a gallant that has night by night Admittance to your chamber? |
2880 | Is there a story men could-- any man Could tell of you, you would conceal from me? |
2880 | Lack I ears and eyes? |
2880 | Mildly? |
2880 | Mildred? |
2880 | Must I, Mildred? |
2880 | Must what? |
2880 | My brother-- Did he... you said that he received him well? |
2880 | My thought? |
2880 | No? |
2880 | Not a vulgar hind? |
2880 | Not hurt? |
2880 | Not speak? |
2880 | Not speak? |
2880 | Nothing more? |
2880 | Now? |
2880 | Oh Walter, groom, our horses, do they match The Earl''s? |
2880 | Oh why, why glided sin the snake Into the paradise Heaven meant us both? |
2880 | Oh, Mildred, have I met your brother''s face? |
2880 | Oh, silent? |
2880 | Oh, stay-- which brother? |
2880 | Oh, what is over? |
2880 | Oh, wherefore all that love? |
2880 | One spurns him, does one not? |
2880 | Only, when you shall want your bidding done, How can we do it if we are not by? |
2880 | Our happiness would, as you say, exceed The whole world''s best of blisses: we-- do we Deserve that? |
2880 | Over? |
2880 | Ralph, Is not to- morrow my inspecting- day For you and for your hawks? |
2880 | Silent still? |
2880 | Since when? |
2880 | That book? |
2880 | That lamp? |
2880 | That way you''d take, friend Austin? |
2880 | That way? |
2880 | The Earl? |
2880 | The first woe fell, And the rest fall upon it, not on me: Else should I bear that Henry comes not?--fails Just this first night out of so many nights? |
2880 | The last great yew- tree? |
2880 | The night You likened our past life to-- was it storm Throughout to you then, Henry? |
2880 | The world Forsakes me: only Henry''s left me-- left? |
2880 | Then our final meeting''s fixed To- morrow night? |
2880 | This and all? |
2880 | This is not our last meeting? |
2880 | Thorold too? |
2880 | Thorold-- Thorold-- why was this? |
2880 | Thorold? |
2880 | Thorold? |
2880 | Tresham, did I not tell you-- did you not Just promise to deliver words of mine To Mildred? |
2880 | Us two? |
2880 | We? |
2880 | We? |
2880 | We? |
2880 | Well done, now-- is not this beginning, now, To purpose? |
2880 | Well? |
2880 | Well? |
2880 | What ails you, Thorold? |
2880 | What begins now? |
2880 | What book Is it I wanted, Thorold? |
2880 | What dress? |
2880 | What ground have you to think she''ll die? |
2880 | What have I done that, like some fabled crime Of yore, lets loose a Fury leading thus Her miserable dance amidst you all? |
2880 | What have I done? |
2880 | What is it I must pardon? |
2880 | What is this for? |
2880 | What is this? |
2880 | What love conquers them? |
2880 | What love should you esteem-- best love? |
2880 | What makes you sullen, this of all the days I''the year? |
2880 | What must I do? |
2880 | What must become of me? |
2880 | What next, what next? |
2880 | What right was yours to set The thoughtless foot upon her life and mine, And then say, as we perish,"Had I thought, All had gone otherwise"? |
2880 | What should I say more? |
2880 | What then? |
2880 | What then? |
2880 | What will Mildred do? |
2880 | What''s she? |
2880 | What, and leave Mildred? |
2880 | When I am by you, to be ever by you, When I have won you and may worship you, Oh, Mildred, can you say"this will not be"? |
2880 | When left you Mildred''s chamber? |
2880 | When? |
2880 | Where Did my sword reach you? |
2880 | Where are you taking me? |
2880 | Where are you taking me? |
2880 | Where might he lack wit, so please you? |
2880 | Where start you to? |
2880 | Where? |
2880 | Which, or all of these? |
2880 | Whither bear him? |
2880 | Who finds A spot in Mertoun? |
2880 | Who, I? |
2880 | Why came I here? |
2880 | Why does not Henry Mertoun come to- night? |
2880 | Why not have returned My thrusts? |
2880 | Why, he makes sure of her--"do you say yes-- She''ll not say, no,"--what comes it to beside? |
2880 | Why, where''s my place But by her side, and where yours but by mine? |
2880 | Why? |
2880 | Will not a knave behind Prick him upright? |
2880 | Will she die, Guendolen? |
2880 | Will you? |
2880 | Yes, Or no? |
2880 | Yet sent No cross- bow shaft through the marauder? |
2880 | Yon golden creature, will you help us all? |
2880 | You Tell me his last words? |
2880 | You are dying too? |
2880 | You are not hurt? |
2880 | You call me kindlier by my name Than even yesterday: what is in that? |
2880 | You have no cause--Who could have cause to do my sister wrong? |
2880 | You love him still, then? |
2880 | You''ll come into the light, or no? |
2880 | You''ll tell me that he loved me, never more Than bleeding out his life there: must I say"Indeed,"to that? |
2880 | You, Philip, are a special hand, I hear, At soups and sauces: what''s a horse to you? |
2880 | You-- for you I mean, Shall I speak, shall I not speak? |
2880 | You? |
2880 | Young? |
2880 | Young? |
2880 | alone? |
2880 | and you love him too? |
2880 | and you-- say on-- You curse me? |
2880 | but-- You are cautious, Love? |
2880 | come-- the Earl? |
2880 | do you mock? |
2880 | if sorrow-- Sin-- if the end came-- must I now renounce My reason, blind myself to light, say truth Is false and lie to God and my own soul? |
2880 | more? |
2880 | stay, Henry... wherefore? |
2880 | what must I live through And say,"''tis over"? |
2880 | where? |
2880 | who-- Who else? |
2880 | why, it IS brown: how could you know that? |
4253 | Art thou a saviour? 4253 Bless us,"cried the Mayor,"what''s that?" |
4253 | Is one day more so long to wait? 4253 One? |
4253 | Paid by the world, what dost thou owe Me? |
4253 | What if we break from the Arno bowers, And try if Petraja, cool and green, Cure last night''s fault with this morning''s flowers? |
4253 | Your heart''s queen, you dethrone her? 4253 ''Tis something, nay''tis much: but then, Have you yourself what''s best for men? 4253 --And when that''s told me, what''s remaining? 4253 --I say, should you be such a curmudgeon, If she clung to the perch, as to take it in dudgeon? 4253 --Saith, he knoweth but one thing-- what he knows? 4253 --Saith, it no more means what it proclaims, Than a damsel''s threat to her wanton bird? 4253 100 Say, hast thou lied? |
4253 | 100 Travels Waring East away? |
4253 | 100 Was it not great? |
4253 | 120 XXI Our elder boy has got the clear Great brow; tho''when his brother''s black Full eye shows scorn, it... Gismond here? |
4253 | 180 XXXI What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? |
4253 | 20 Thither our path lies; wind we up the heights: Wait ye the warning? |
4253 | 20 VI"Would ye retrieve the one? |
4253 | 210 You saw Waring? |
4253 | 230 A pilot for you to Triest? |
4253 | 40 Might she have loved me? |
4253 | 40 Or heave his chest, which a band goes round? |
4253 | 40 XI And I,--what I seem to my friend, you see: What I soon shall seem to his love, you guess: What I seem to myself, do you ask of me? |
4253 | 60 VII When sudden... how think ye, the end? |
4253 | 60 XI I? |
4253 | 70 But what, or where? |
4253 | 70 II Say again, what we are? |
4253 | 880 What''s a man''s age? |
4253 | A LIGHT WOMAN I So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three? |
4253 | Ages ago, a lady there, At the farthest window facing the East Asked,"Who rides by with the royal air?" |
4253 | And have you brought my tercel back? |
4253 | And he bade them fetch Some subtle moulder of brazen shapes--"Can the soul, the will, die out of a man 200 Ere his body find the grave that gapes? |
4253 | And here we are riding, she and I. V Fail I alone, in words and deeds? |
4253 | And when old poets had said their say of it, 230 How taught old painters in their pictures? |
4253 | Are you-- poor, sick, old ere your time-- Nearer one whit your own sublime Than we who never have turned a rhyme? |
4253 | But what? |
4253 | But when the heart suffers a blow, Will the pain pass so soon, do you know?" |
4253 | But who goes gleaning Hedgeside chance- glades, while full- sheaved Stand cornfields by him? |
4253 | Did I say"without friend"? |
4253 | Did I say, all? |
4253 | Did not he magnify the mind, show clear Just what it all meant? |
4253 | Didst ever behold so lithe a chine? |
4253 | Dip your arm o''er the boat- side, elbow- deep, As I do: thus: were death so unlike sleep, Caught this way? |
4253 | Do my fingers dip In a flame which again they throw On the cheek that breaks a- glow? |
4253 | Do you see? |
4253 | Earth being so good, would heaven seem best? |
4253 | Feed, should not he, to heart''s content? |
4253 | Fortù, shall we sail there together And see from the sides 210 Quite new rocks show their faces, new haunts Where the siren abides? |
4253 | Gay he rode, with a friend as gay, Till he threw his head back--"Who is she?" |
4253 | Have you turned two pages? |
4253 | He said,"What''s time? |
4253 | He ventured neck or nothing- heaven''s success Found, or earth''s failure: 110"Wilt thou trust death or not?" |
4253 | Here''s the top- peak; the multitude below Live, for they can, there: This man decided not to Live but Know-- Bury this man there? |
4253 | How can he curse, if his mouth is gagged? |
4253 | I What are we two? |
4253 | I What if the Three should catch at last Thy serenader? |
4253 | I admonished myself,"Is one mocked by an elf, Is one baffled by toad or by rat? |
4253 | I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange as new: Dare I trust the same to you? |
4253 | I never was in love; and since Charles proved false, what shall now convince My inmost heart I have a friend? |
4253 | I said,"Is it blessing, is it banning, Do they applaud you or burlesque you-- Those hands and fingers with no flesh on?" |
4253 | II I struck him, he grovelled of course-- For, what was his force? |
4253 | II What else should he be set for, with his staff? |
4253 | III"Poor, who had plenty once, When gifts fell thick as rain: 10 But they give us nought, for the nonce, And now should we give again?" |
4253 | IX And she,--she lies in my hand as tame As a pear late basking over a wall; Just a touch to try and off it came;''Tis mine,--can I let it fall? |
4253 | IX Who knows what''s fit for us? |
4253 | If she wished not the rash deed''s recalment? |
4253 | In Russia? |
4253 | In Vishnu- land what Avatar? |
4253 | In Vishnu- land what Avatar? |
4253 | In a minute can lovers exchange a word? |
4253 | In land- travel or sea- faring?) |
4253 | Insulted by a lazy ribald With idle pipe and vesture piebald? |
4253 | Is there a reason in metre? |
4253 | Job, that''s you? |
4253 | Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber door but a gentle tap? |
4253 | Last--Ah, there, what should I wish? |
4253 | Leave friends in the lurch? |
4253 | Lie back; could thought of mine improve you? |
4253 | Long he lived nameless: how should spring take note Winter would follow? |
4253 | My dance is finished?" |
4253 | My friend, or the mistress of my friend With her wanton eyes, or me? |
4253 | Now you''ve his curtsey-- and what comes next? |
4253 | O how will your country show next week, When all the vine- boughs 130 Have been stripped of their foliage to pasture The mules and the cows? |
4253 | Oh Waring, what''s to really be? |
4253 | Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene''er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? |
4253 | Oh, which were best, to roam or rest? |
4253 | Only one minute more to- night with me? |
4253 | Or fruit, tobacco and cigars? |
4253 | Or is the other fate in store, And art thou fitted to adore, To give thy wondrous self away, And take a stronger nature''s sway? |
4253 | Or kick with his feet, now his legs are bound? |
4253 | Or threat with his fist, since his arms are spliced? |
4253 | Or wriggle his neck, with a collar there? |
4253 | Row home? |
4253 | Shall she whose body I embraced A night long, queen it in the day? |
4253 | Shall we sail round and round them, close over The rocks, tho''unseen, That ruffle the grey glassy water To glorious green? |
4253 | She went out''mid hooting and laughter; Clement Marot stayed; I followed after, And asked, as a grace, what it all meant? |
4253 | Some Garrick, say, out shall not he 190 The heart of Hamlet''s mystery pluck? |
4253 | Some, honied of taste like your leman''s tongue: Some, bitter; for why? |
4253 | Telling aught but honest truth to? |
4253 | That God is good and the rest is breath; Why else is the same styled Sharon''s rose? |
4253 | That he wooed and won... how do you call her? |
4253 | The blow a glove gives is but weak: Does the mark yet discolour my cheek? |
4253 | The land''s lap or the water''s breast? |
4253 | They had answered,"And afterward, what else?" |
4253 | This foot once planted on the goal, This glory- garland round my soul, Could I descry such? |
4253 | This man said rather,"Actual life comes next? |
4253 | To- day is not wholly lost, beside, With its hope of my lady''s countenance:"For I ride-- what should I do but ride? |
4253 | Toad or rat vex the king? |
4253 | Truth or joke? |
4253 | Up stumps Solomon-- bustling too? |
4253 | VI What hand and brain went ever paired? |
4253 | VII What does it all mean, poet? |
4253 | VII Who maketh God''s menace an idle word? |
4253 | VIII Whom now is the bishop a- leering at? |
4253 | Was our outrage sore? |
4253 | Were it thrown in the road, would the case assist? |
4253 | What I answered? |
4253 | What act proved all its thought had been? |
4253 | What bad use was that engine for, that wheel, 140 Or brake, not wheel-- that harrow fit to reel Men''s bodies out like silk? |
4253 | What cometh to John of the wicked thumb? |
4253 | What heart alike conceived and dared? |
4253 | What made those holes and rents In the dock''s harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to baulk 70 All hope of greenness? |
4253 | What meant old poets by their strictures? |
4253 | What need to strive with a life awry? |
4253 | What penned them there, with all the plain to choose? |
4253 | What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture- engine''s whole Strength on it? |
4253 | What should your chamber do? |
4253 | What the price is, who can say? |
4253 | What will but felt the fleshly screen? |
4253 | What wrong have I done to you? |
4253 | What''s he at, quotha? |
4253 | What''s left but-- all of me to take? |
4253 | What''s that poor Agnese doing Where they make the shutters fast? |
4253 | What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare All travellers who might find him posted there, 10 And ask the road? |
4253 | What, unfilleted, Made alive, and spread Through the void with a rich outburst, Chestnut gold- interspersed? |
4253 | When a man''s busy, why, leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: Faith, and at leisure once is he? |
4253 | Where had I been now if the worst befell? |
4253 | While these wait the trump of doom, How do their spirits pass, I wonder, Nights and days in the narrow room? |
4253 | Who knows but the world may end tonight? |
4253 | Who shall blame, When the slaves enslave, the oppressed ones o''er The oppressor triumph for evermore? |
4253 | Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage, Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank 130 Soil to a plash? |
4253 | Who''d stoop to blame This sort of trifling? |
4253 | Who''s alive? |
4253 | Who''s to blame 30 If your silence kept unbroken? |
4253 | Why not, then, have earlier spoken, Written, bustled? |
4253 | Why''s the Pucci Palace flaring Like a beacon to the blast? |
4253 | Why, all men strive and who succeeds? |
4253 | Will its record stay?" |
4253 | Will the night send a howlet or a bat? |
4253 | Will''t please you rise? |
4253 | Will''t please you sit and look at her? |
4253 | Would you stay me? |
4253 | XI"How? |
4253 | XIV Alive? |
4253 | XVI When the liquor''s out why clink the cannikin? |
4253 | XVIII"We withstood Christ then? |
4253 | XXXII Not see? |
4253 | XXXIII Not hear? |
4253 | You acquiesce, and shall I repine? |
4253 | You hope, because you''re old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease? |
4253 | You look away and your lip is curled? |
4253 | You of the virtue( we issue join) How strive you? |
4253 | You threaten us, fellow? |
4253 | You''d say, he despised our bluff old ways? |
4253 | at the last or first? |
4253 | cried the Mayor,"d''ye think I brook Being worse treated than a Cook? |
4253 | did not he throw on God,( He loves the burthen) God''s task to make the heavenly period Perfect the earthen? |
4253 | greedy beyond your years To handsel the bishop''s shaving- shears? |
4253 | have I drawn or no Life to that lip? |
4253 | must we row home? |
4253 | was the hair so first? |
4253 | what atones? |
4253 | what hangman hands 100 Pin to his breast a parchment? |
4253 | you say? |
17393 | How? 17393 Nay,"quoth the Prior,"turn him out, d''ye say? |
17393 | Now, is this sense, I ask? 17393 What think ye of Christ,"friend? |
17393 | Why, for this What need of art at all? 17393 the mouthful of bread?" |
17393 | ''s surprising fate? |
17393 | ''t would press its pay, you think? |
17393 | ( And after all, our patient Lazarus Is stark mad; should we count on what he says? |
17393 | --For what? |
17393 | --Terni''s fall, Naples''bay and Gothard''s top-- Eh, friend? |
17393 | 10 Did she live and love it all her life- time? |
17393 | 170 How could it end in any other way? |
17393 | 190 Why put all thoughts of praise out of our head With wonder at lines, colors, and what not? |
17393 | 220 A man''s choice, yes-- but a cabin- passenger''s-- The man made for the special life o''the world-- Do you forget him? |
17393 | 220 Must see you-- you, and not with me? |
17393 | 240 Do n''t you think they''re the likeliest to know, They with their Latin? |
17393 | 250 Well, had I riches of my own? |
17393 | 290 To be passed over, despised? |
17393 | 30 When somebody, through years and years to come, Hints of the bishop-- names me-- that''s enough:"Blougram? |
17393 | 50 Swift as a weaver''s shuttle fleet our years: Man goeth to the grave, and where is he? |
17393 | 510 But does he say so? |
17393 | 70 Blown harshly, keeps the trump its golden cry? |
17393 | 70 Was some such understanding''twixt the two? |
17393 | 80 Was the thing done?--then, what''s to do again? |
17393 | A good time, was it not, my kingly days? |
17393 | Again, who wonders and who cares? |
17393 | Ah, but a man''s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what''s a heaven for? |
17393 | All''s doubt in me; where''s break of faith in this? |
17393 | And now what are we? |
17393 | And so a risk is run-- For what gain? |
17393 | And so you live to sleep as I to wake, To unbelieve as I to still believe? |
17393 | And thus our soul, misknown, cries out to Zeus To vindicate his purpose in our life: Why stay we on the earth unless to grow? |
17393 | And wherefore out? |
17393 | Another smile? |
17393 | As here I lie 10 In this state- chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I ask"Do I live, am I dead?" |
17393 | As when a traveller, bound from North to South, 790 Scouts far in Russia: what''s its use in France? |
17393 | Ask him, if this life''s all, who wins the game? |
17393 | Ay, of all the artists living, loving, None but would forego his proper dowry-- Does he paint? |
17393 | BISHOP BLOUGRAM''S APOLOGY 1855 No more wine? |
17393 | Back I shrink-- what is this I see and hear? |
17393 | Because in my great epos I display How divers men young, strong, fair, wise, can act-- Is this as though I acted? |
17393 | Break fire''s law, 720 Sin against rain, although the penalty Be just a singe or soaking? |
17393 | But do you, in truth''s name? |
17393 | But now,"He may believe; and yet, and yet How can he?" |
17393 | But to what result? |
17393 | But what can be meant by the expression''drop them''? |
17393 | But whom at least do you admire? |
17393 | But why not do as well as say-- paint these Just as they are, careless what comes of it? |
17393 | But would I rather you discovered that, Subjoining--"Still, what matter though they be? |
17393 | Can you not? |
17393 | Come, what am I a beast for? |
17393 | Conceding which-- had Zeus then questioned thee"Shall I go on a step, improve on this, Do more for visible creatures than is done?" |
17393 | Contrariwise, he loves both old and young, Able and weak, affects the very brutes And birds-- how say I? |
17393 | Could Saint John there draw-- His camel- hair make up a painting- brush? |
17393 | Did I say basalt for my slab, sons? |
17393 | Did he ever write a hundred? |
17393 | Did the man love his office? |
17393 | Do they like grass or no-- May they or may n''t they? |
17393 | Do you forget already words like those?) |
17393 | Does law so analyzed coerce you much? |
17393 | Doubt proves right? |
17393 | Draw close: that conflagration of my church--What then? |
17393 | Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? |
17393 | Eh? |
17393 | First cut the Liquefaction, what comes last But Fichte''s clever cut at God himself? |
17393 | Five of these ash- gray mottled spiders? |
17393 | Flower o''the quince, I let Lisa go, and what good is life since? |
17393 | Fool or knave? |
17393 | For where had been a progress, otherwise? |
17393 | For, do n''t you mark? |
17393 | Had I been born three hundred years ago They''d say,"What''s strange? |
17393 | Has it your vote to be so if it can? |
17393 | Have you noticed, now, Your cullion''s hanging face? |
17393 | He flared out in the flaring of mankind; Such Luther''s luck was: how shall such be mine? |
17393 | He writeth, doth he? |
17393 | Here''s Giotto, with his Saint a- praising God, That sets us praising-- why not stop with him? |
17393 | How I know it does? |
17393 | How else Shall ye contrast my frieze to come beneath? |
17393 | How should you feel, I ask, in such an age, How act? |
17393 | I doubt if they''re half baked, those chalk rosettes, Ciphers and stucco- twiddlings everywhere; It''s just like breathing in a lime- kiln: eh? |
17393 | I painted a Saint Laurence six months since At Prato, splashed the fresco in fine style:"How looks my painting, now the scaffold''s down?" |
17393 | I say, whence sprang this? |
17393 | I set the watch-- how should the people know? |
17393 | I warrant, Blougram''s sceptical at times: How otherwise? |
17393 | III Dear Pilgrim, art thou for the East indeed? |
17393 | IX Wherefore? |
17393 | If I''m a Shakespeare, let the well alone; Why should I try to be what now I am? |
17393 | If I''m no Shakespeare, as too probable-- His power and consciousness and self- delight 500 And all we want in common, shall I find-- Trying forever? |
17393 | If care-- where is the sign? |
17393 | If he keep silence-- why, for you or me Or that brute beast pulled- up in to- day''s"Times,"What odds is''t, save to ourselves, what life we lead? |
17393 | If you desire faith-- then you''ve faith enough: What else seeks God-- nay, what else seek ourselves? |
17393 | If you would sit thus by me every night I should work better, do you comprehend? |
17393 | In France spurns flannel: where''s its need in Spain? |
17393 | Is he not such an one as moves to mirth-- Warily parsimonious, when no need, Wasteful as drunkenness at undue times? |
17393 | Is it carelessness? |
17393 | Is this apparent, when thou turn''st to muse Upon the scheme of earth and man in chief, That admiration grows as knowledge grows? |
17393 | It may be false, but will you wish it true? |
17393 | It might have fallen to another''s hand: what then? |
17393 | It''s not your chance to have a bit of chalk, A wood- coal or the like? |
17393 | Life, how and what is it? |
17393 | Love, does that please you? |
17393 | Man might live at first The animal life: but is there nothing more? |
17393 | May a brother speak? |
17393 | More gaming debts to pay? |
17393 | Must you go? |
17393 | My sons, ye would not be my death? |
17393 | No dogmas nail your faith; and what remains But say so, like the honest man you are? |
17393 | No sketches first, no studies, that''s long past: I do what many dream of, all their lives,--Dream? |
17393 | Now for our six months''voyage-- how prepare? |
17393 | O youth, men praise so-- holds their praise its worth? |
17393 | On vain recourse, as I conjecture it, To his tried virtue, for miraculous help-- How could he stop the earthquake? |
17393 | Present your own perfection, your ideal, Your pattern man for a minute-- oh, make haste, Is it Napoleon you would have us grow? |
17393 | Proves she as the paved work of a sapphire Seen by Moses when he climbed the mountain? |
17393 | Proves she like some portent of an iceberg Swimming full upon the ship it founders, 170 Hungry with huge teeth of splintered crystals? |
17393 | Say you, my fault is I address myself To grosser estimators than should judge? |
17393 | Say, is it nothing that I know them all? |
17393 | Since there my past life lies, why alter it? |
17393 | Somebody remarks Morello''s outline there is wrongly traced, His hue mistaken; what of that? |
17393 | Speak as they please, what does the mountain care? |
17393 | Still, all I care for, if he spoke the truth,( What he? |
17393 | Suppose I''ve made her eyes all right and blue, Ca n''t I take breath and try to add life''s flash, And then add soul and heighten them three- fold? |
17393 | Take five what? |
17393 | Tastes sweet the water with such specks of earth? |
17393 | That Cousin here again? |
17393 | That imperfection means perfection hid, Reserved in part, to grace the after- time? |
17393 | The artificer has given her one small tube Past power to widen or exchange-- what boots To know she might spout oceans if she could? |
17393 | The captain, or whoever''s master here-- 120 You see him screw his face up; what''s his cry Ere you set foot on shipboard? |
17393 | The man is apathetic, you deduce? |
17393 | The present by the future, what is that? |
17393 | The six- foot Swiss tube, braced about with bark, Which helps the hunter''s voice from Alp to Alp-- Exchange our harp for that-- who hinders you? |
17393 | The triumph was-- to reach and stay there; since I reached it ere the triumph, what is lost? |
17393 | Those loans? |
17393 | Thou canst not think a mere barbarian Jew, As Paulus proves to be, one circumcised, Hath access to a secret shut from us? |
17393 | Thou diest while I survive? |
17393 | V Dante once prepared to paint an angel: Whom to please? |
17393 | VIII What of Rafael''s sonnets, Dante''s picture? |
17393 | We both have minds and bodies much alike: In truth''s name, do n''t you want my bishopric, My daily bread, my influence and my state? |
17393 | Well, I could never write a verse-- could you? |
17393 | What can I gain on the denying side? |
17393 | What did ye give me that I have not saved? |
17393 | What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm? |
17393 | What if I told her, it is just a thread From that great river which the hills shut up, And mock her with my leave to take the same? |
17393 | What need of lying? |
17393 | What paid the Woodless man for so much pains? |
17393 | What say you to the poets? |
17393 | What wife had Rafael, or has Agnolo? |
17393 | What would men have? |
17393 | What would one have? |
17393 | What''s it all about? |
17393 | What''s midnight''s doubt before the dayspring''s faith? |
17393 | What''s the vague good o''the world, for which you dare With comfort to yourself blow millions up? |
17393 | What''s wrong? |
17393 | What''s your reward, self- abnegating friend? |
17393 | What, and the soul alone deteriorates? |
17393 | What, brother Lippo''s doings, up and down, 40 You know them and they take you? |
17393 | What,''tis past midnight, and you go the rounds, And here you catch me at an alley''s end Where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar? |
17393 | What? |
17393 | When altogether old B. disappeared And young C. got his mistress, was''t our friend, His letter to the King, that did it all? |
17393 | When, through his journey, was the fool at ease? |
17393 | Whence has the man the balm that brightens all? |
17393 | Where''s The gain? |
17393 | Where''s a hole, where''s a corner for escape? |
17393 | While hand and eye and something of a heart Are left me, work''s my ware, and what''s it worth? |
17393 | While he smites, how can he but remember, So he smote before, in such a peril, 80 When they stood and mocked--"Shall smiting help us?" |
17393 | Who am I, the worm, to argue with my Pope? |
17393 | Who am I? |
17393 | Who studious in our art Shall count a little labor un- repaid? |
17393 | Who summoned those cold faces that begun To press on me and judge me? |
17393 | Who that one, you ask? |
17393 | Who wonders and who cares? |
17393 | Why do I need you? |
17393 | Why needs a bishop be a fool or knave When there''s a thousand diamond weights between? |
17393 | Why not,"The Way, the Truth, the Life?" |
17393 | Why write of trivial matters, things of price Calling at every moment for remark? |
17393 | Will it? |
17393 | Will ye ever eat my heart? |
17393 | Will you? |
17393 | Would I, who hope to live a dozen years, Fight Austerlitz for reasons such and such? |
17393 | XVI What, there''s nothing in the moon noteworthy? |
17393 | XVII What were seen? |
17393 | Yet stay: my Syrian blinketh gratefully, Protesteth his devotion is my price-- Suppose I write what harms not, though he steal? |
17393 | You and I would rather read that volume,( Taken to his beating bosom by it) Lean and list the bosom- beats of Rafael, 20 Would we not? |
17393 | You criticise the soul? |
17393 | You own your instincts? |
17393 | You see lads walk the street Sixty the minute; what''s to note in that? |
17393 | You smile? |
17393 | You turn your face, but does it bring your heart? |
17393 | You''ll guarantee me that? |
17393 | You''ll say, the old system''s not so obsolete But men believe still: ay, but who and where? |
17393 | Zooks, what''s to blame? |
17393 | but who knows his mind, The Syrian runagate I trust this to? |
17393 | confound the knowing how And showing how to live( my faculty) With actually living?--Otherwise Where is the artist''s vantage o''er the king? |
17393 | dost thou verily trip upon a word, Confound the accurate view of what joy is( Caught somewhat clearer by my eyes than thine) 280 With feeling joy? |
17393 | have you more to spend? |
17393 | he fain would write a poem-- Does he write? |
17393 | he waits outside? |
17393 | how d''ye call? |
17393 | if I paint, Carve the young Phoebus, am I therefore young? |
17393 | is''t the name? |
17393 | or dwelt upon, Wondered at? |
17393 | or else, Sightly traced and well ordered; what of that? |
17393 | patron- saint-- is it so pretty You ca n''t discover if it means hope, fear, 210 Sorrow or joy? |
17393 | shall we write Hamlet, Othello-- make the world our own, Without a risk to run of either sort? |
17393 | shows it faith or doubt? |
17393 | tenderly? |
17393 | think, Abib; dost thou think? |
17393 | unbelievers both, Calm and complete, determinately fixed To- day, to- morrow and forever, pray? |
17393 | what does he to please you more? |
17393 | what''s a break or two Seen from the unbroken desert either side? |
17393 | what''s here? |
17393 | when all''s done and said, Like you this Christianity or not? |
17393 | which, shall I dare( All pride apart) upon the absurd pretext That such a gift by chance lay in my hand, Discourse of lightly or depreciate? |
17393 | while on points of taste Wherewith, to speak it humbly, he and I Are dowered alike-- I''ll ask you, I or he, Which in our two lives realizes most? |
17393 | who has the right? |
17393 | why wo n''t you be a bishop too? |
17393 | why, who but Michel Agnolo? |
17393 | wo n''t beauty go with these? |
17393 | you smiled for that? |
16376 | Bless us,cried the Mayor,"what''s that?" |
16376 | Letters? |
16376 | Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of tears? |
16376 | One? 16376 That foreign fellow,--who can know How she pays, in a playful mood, For his tuning her that piano?" |
16376 | What and if your friend at home play tricks? 16376 You a judge of writing? |
16376 | ''Doth as he likes, or wherefore Lord? |
16376 | ( And after all, our patient Lazarus Is stark mad; should we count on what he says? |
16376 | ***** CONFESSIONS What is he buzzing in my ears? |
16376 | ***** MEMORABILIA Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? |
16376 | ***** PROSPICE Fear death? |
16376 | ***** Then spoke Miltiades. °"And thee, best runner of Greece, ° 89 Whose limbs did duty indeed,--what gift is promised thyself? |
16376 | ***** WHY I AM A LIBERAL"Why?" |
16376 | --"Did_ I_ stop them, when, a million seemed so few?" |
16376 | --What, my soul? |
16376 | 10 Balls and masks begun at midnight, burning ever to mid- day, When they make up fresh adventures for the morrow, do you say? |
16376 | 10 Who then dares hold, emancipated thus, His fellow shall continue bound? |
16376 | 10"Were the object less mean? |
16376 | 100 Was it not great? |
16376 | 180 What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? |
16376 | 20 Is it better in May, I ask you? |
16376 | 20 Thither our path lies; wind we up the heights: Wait ye the warning? |
16376 | 220 Must see you-- you, and not with me? |
16376 | 250 Well, had I riches of my own? |
16376 | 30"''Here he comes, holds in mouth this time--What may the thing be? |
16376 | 40 Is it done? |
16376 | 40 May not liking be so simple- sweet, If love grew there''Twould undo there All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet? |
16376 | 40''What and if he, frowning, wake you, dreamy? |
16376 | 50 Swift as a weaver''s shuttle fleet our years: Man goeth to the grave, and where is he? |
16376 | 60 Did the conqueror spurn the creature Once its service done? |
16376 | 60 When sudden... how think ye, the end? |
16376 | 70 Must you gather? |
16376 | 80 And what is our failure here but a triumph''s evidence For the fulness of the days? |
16376 | = Miltiades=(?-489 B.C.). |
16376 | A Lieutenant? |
16376 | A Mate-- first, second, third? |
16376 | A good tune, was it not, my kingly days? |
16376 | Ah, but a man''s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what''s a heaven for? |
16376 | Alive? |
16376 | Almost in sight-- for, wilt thou have the truth? |
16376 | And doth it not enter my mind( as my warm tears attest), These good things being given, to go on, and give one more, the best? |
16376 | And this bolt-- I withdraw it, And there laughs the lady, not bare, but embowered With-- who knows what verdure, o''erfruited, o''erflowered? |
16376 | And wherefore out? |
16376 | And while the face lies quiet there, Who shall wonder 30 That I ponder A conclusion? |
16376 | And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue, Sure to taste sweetly,--is that poison, too? |
16376 | And you?" |
16376 | Another smile? |
16376 | Are balm- seeds not here To console us? |
16376 | Are they in harmony with the main current of the poem, or do they detract from the interest in the story? |
16376 | Are you bought by English gold? |
16376 | Are you cowards, fools, or rogues? |
16376 | Are you reminded of anything in"Rabbi Ben Ezra"? |
16376 | As here I lie 10 In this state- chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I ask"Do I live, am I dead?" |
16376 | As,--why must one, for the love foregone Scout mere liking? |
16376 | At first nod, Would you not have hailed him?" |
16376 | At what point in his career does the speaker give his story? |
16376 | At what point in his quest do we see him? |
16376 | Athene, are Spartans a quarry beyond Swing of thy spear? |
16376 | Athens to aid? |
16376 | Ay, himself loves what does him good; but why? |
16376 | Ay, of all the artists living, loving, None but would forego his proper dowry,-- Does he paint? |
16376 | Ay, to save and redeem and restore him, maintain at the height This perfection,--succeed with life''s dayspring, death''s minute of night? |
16376 | Ay? |
16376 | Burn the fleet and ruin France? |
16376 | But many more of the kind As good, nay, better perchance: is this your comfort to me? |
16376 | But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these--A Captain? |
16376 | But wherefore rough, why cold and ill at ease? |
16376 | By what are the man and his work to be judged? |
16376 | By what means is his heroism emphasized? |
16376 | By what means is sympathy turned from one to the other? |
16376 | By what means is the poem given vigor and clearness? |
16376 | CHO.--King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
16376 | Can you cite any lines that embody the main idea of the poem? |
16376 | Can you cite anything in the history of religions to parallel Caliban''s theology? |
16376 | Compare the directness of the opening with that of the preceding poem: What is the advantage of such a beginning? |
16376 | Contrariwise, he loves both old and young, Able and weak, affects the very brutes And birds-- how say I? |
16376 | Could you say so, and never say"Suppose we join hands and fortunes, 50 And I fetch her from over the way, Her, piano, and long tunes and short tunes?" |
16376 | Crush the fly- king In his gauze, because no honey- bee? |
16376 | Dear dead women, with such hair, too-- what''s become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? |
16376 | Death? |
16376 | Did I say all? |
16376 | Did I say"without friend?" |
16376 | Did I say, basalt for my slab, sons? |
16376 | Did he make any mistake? |
16376 | Did not he magnify the mind, show clear Just what it all meant? |
16376 | Did young people take their pleasure when the sea was warm in May? |
16376 | Do I find love so full in my nature, God''s ultimate gift, That I doubt His own love can compete with it? |
16376 | Do I task any faculty highest, to image success? |
16376 | Do you find this spirit in any of his poetry which you have read? |
16376 | Do you forget already words like those?) |
16376 | Does Browning indicate his preference for either view, or tell the story impartially? |
16376 | Does Browning think so? |
16376 | Does anything in it remind you of_ The Grammarian_, or of_ Rabbi Ben Ezra?_ CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS. |
16376 | Does he appeal to your sympathy, or provoke your condemnation? |
16376 | Does he base his optimistic hope on reason or feeling? |
16376 | Does he blame himself, or another, or circumstances? |
16376 | Does he prize the picture as a work of art or as a memory of the Duchess? |
16376 | Does he settle the doubt or put it aside? |
16376 | Does his courage fail at the end of his quest? |
16376 | Does it fail at any point? |
16376 | Does it suit the ideas it conveys? |
16376 | Does she display any other feeling than hate and jealousy? |
16376 | Does the Empire grudge You''ve gained what no Republic missed? |
16376 | Doubt that Thy power can fill the heart that Thy power expands? |
16376 | Draw close: that conflagration of my church--What then? |
16376 | Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? |
16376 | Eh? |
16376 | For whom did he cheer and laugh else, While Noll''s ° damned troopers shot him? |
16376 | For, what expands Before the house, but the great opaque Blue breadth of sea without a break? |
16376 | Freedom? |
16376 | Frets doubt the maw- crammed beast? |
16376 | From what motives? |
16376 | GIVE A ROUSE I King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
16376 | Has it more or less of the romantic, or of grandeur? |
16376 | Hast thou loved the white locks of thy father, whose sword thou didst guard 80 When he trusted thee forth with the armies, for glorious reward? |
16376 | Have I forethought? |
16376 | Have I knowledge? |
16376 | Have we withered or agonized? |
16376 | He merely looked with his large eyes on me, The man is apathetic, you deduce? |
16376 | He said,"What''s time? |
16376 | He ventured neck or nothing-- heaven''s success Found, or earth''s failure: 110"Wilt thou trust death or not?" |
16376 | Here, the creature surpass the creator,--the end, what began? |
16376 | Here, the parts shift? |
16376 | How are we given a sense of the effort and distress of the horses? |
16376 | How did it happen, my poor boy? |
16376 | How do we see Roland gradually emerging as the hero? |
16376 | How does Browning defend him? |
16376 | How does Setebos govern? |
16376 | How does he come to find the Tower? |
16376 | How does he explain this lack? |
16376 | How does he judge him? |
16376 | How does he propitiate him? |
16376 | How does he seek to"extinguish the man"? |
16376 | How does he show his devotion to his art? |
16376 | How does he think of his art: what merit has it? |
16376 | How does he view his downfall? |
16376 | How does he view life: with what of hope, or aspiration, or strength? |
16376 | How does his greatness of soul appear? |
16376 | How does its view of old age differ from the pagan view? |
16376 | How does the coloring harmonize with the artist''s mood? |
16376 | How does the landscape seem as he goes on? |
16376 | How does the poet know? |
16376 | How does the second scene differ from it? |
16376 | How else Shall ye contrast my frieze to come beneath? |
16376 | How is Browning''s departure from the legend a gain? |
16376 | How is Caliban''s savage nature indicated in the opening scene? |
16376 | How is childlike wonder expressed in the first two stanzas? |
16376 | How is she to be judged? |
16376 | How is the difference between the speaker and his friend indicated? |
16376 | How is the general style of the verse- letter maintained? |
16376 | How much is told of the hero? |
16376 | How was he at first treated? |
16376 | How,--when? |
16376 | I never was in love; and since Charles proved false, what shall now convince My inmost heart I have a friend? |
16376 | I stood Quivering,--the limbs of me fretting as fire frets, an inch from dry wood:"Persia has come, Athens asks aid, and still they debate? |
16376 | I struck him, he grovelled of course-- For, what was his force? |
16376 | I''ve better counsellors; what counsel they? |
16376 | II Who gave me the goods that went since? |
16376 | III To whom used my boy George quaff else, By the old fool''s side that begot him? |
16376 | III You and I would rather read that volume( Taken to his beating bosom by it), Lean and list the bosom- beats of Rafael, 20 Would we not? |
16376 | IV Who? |
16376 | IX Wherefore? |
16376 | If He caught me here, O''erheard this speech, and asked"What chucklest at?" |
16376 | If fetters, not a few, Of prejudice, convention, fall from me, These shall I bid men-- each in his degree Also God- guided-- bear, and gayly too? |
16376 | If it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me? |
16376 | If you would sit thus by me every night I should work better, do you comprehend? |
16376 | In sight? |
16376 | In the figure that follows, what do the moor and the eagle''s feather stand for? |
16376 | In the least things have faith, yet distrust in the greatest of all? |
16376 | In triumphs, people have dropped down dead,"Paid by the world, what dost thou owe Me?" |
16376 | In what sense does the poet intend to"save"the building? |
16376 | In what thought lies his sense of triumph? |
16376 | Insulted by a lazy ribald With idle pipe and vesture piebald? |
16376 | Is Saul dead? |
16376 | Is he deterred by physical or moral fear? |
16376 | Is he in any way unfitted for this life? |
16376 | Is he not such an one as moves to mirth-- Warily parsimonious, when no need, Wasteful as drunkenness at undue times? |
16376 | Is he right in saying music is less subject to laws than poetry and painting? |
16376 | Is his art soulless because he has done wrong? |
16376 | Is it convincing? |
16376 | Is it ever hot in the square? |
16376 | Is it love the lying''s for? |
16376 | Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? |
16376 | Is one baffled by toad or by rat? |
16376 | Is she poor?--What costs it to be styled a donor? |
16376 | Is the creature too imperfect, say? |
16376 | Is the ironical tone of these lines in harmony with the spirit of the rest of the poem? |
16376 | Is the lightness of tone in the music itself or in the poet''s idea of Venice? |
16376 | Is the verse musical? |
16376 | Its employments? |
16376 | Just as He favours Prosper, who knows why? |
16376 | Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber door but a gentle tap? |
16376 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
16376 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
16376 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
16376 | Last--Ah, there, what should I wish? |
16376 | Lay on you the blame that bricks-- conceal? |
16376 | Life, how and what is it? |
16376 | Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel--Being-- who? |
16376 | Long he lived nameless: how should spring take note Winter would follow? |
16376 | Loved I not his letters ° full of beauty? |
16376 | Mean your eyes should pierce thro''solid bricks? |
16376 | More gaming debts to pay? |
16376 | Must you go? |
16376 | My dance is finished?" |
16376 | My sons, ye would not be my death? |
16376 | Night in the fosse? |
16376 | No sketches first, no studies, that''s long past: I do what many dream of, all their lives,--Dream? |
16376 | Not hear? |
16376 | Not see? |
16376 | Note the anti- climax in lines 25- 28: what is the effect? |
16376 | Note the march- like and irregular movement of the verse: does it fit the theme? |
16376 | Now, did you ever? |
16376 | Now, what is it makes pulsate the robe? |
16376 | Now, who shall arbitrate? |
16376 | O my Athens-- Sparta love thee? |
16376 | Of his art? |
16376 | Of what use is she? |
16376 | Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene''er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? |
16376 | Or does he win the victory in finding the tower and blowing the challenge? |
16376 | Or else kiss away one''s soul on her? |
16376 | Or is it of its kind, perhaps, Just perfection-- 50 Whence, rejection Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps? |
16376 | Or, is there something else for which the poem stands? |
16376 | Or, its imprisoned vegetation? |
16376 | Our dates shall we slight, When their juice brings a cure for all sorrow? |
16376 | Out of what materials does Caliban build his conceptions of his deity? |
16376 | Peep at hide- and- seek behind the shutters? |
16376 | Persia has come, ° we are here, where is She?" |
16376 | Please Him and hinder this?--What Prosper does? |
16376 | Precaution, indeed? |
16376 | Proves she as the paved work of a sapphire, Seen by Moses when he climbed the mountain? |
16376 | Proves she like some portent of an iceberg Swimming full upon the ship it founders, 170 Hungry with huge teeth of splintered crystals? |
16376 | Quick-- is it finished? |
16376 | Reach the mooring? |
16376 | Say''_ At least I saw who did not see me, Does see now, and presently shall feel_''?" |
16376 | Shall we burn up, tread that face at once Into tinder, And so hinder Sparks from kindling all the place at once? |
16376 | Since there my past life lies, why alter it? |
16376 | Somebody remarks Morello''s outline there is wrongly traced, His hue mistaken; what of that? |
16376 | Speak as they please, what does the mountain care? |
16376 | Still, all I care for, if he spoke the truth,( What he? |
16376 | Than I what godship to Athens more helpful of old? |
16376 | That Cousin here again? |
16376 | That in the mortar-- you call it a gum? |
16376 | That lane sloped, much as the bottles do, From a house you could descry 10 O''er the garden- wall: is the curtain blue Or green to a healthy eye? |
16376 | That they, unless thro''Him, do naught at all, And must submit: what other use in things? |
16376 | That''s the tale: its application? |
16376 | The present by the future, what is that? |
16376 | The real question with Browning, as with any poet, is, What is his work and worth as an artist? |
16376 | Then how grace a rose? |
16376 | Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on board;"Why, what hope or chance have ships like these to pass?" |
16376 | There''s yet Another child to save? |
16376 | Therefore to whom turn I but to Thee, the ineffable Name? |
16376 | They had answered"And afterward, what else?" |
16376 | This man said rather,"Actual life comes next? |
16376 | Those lesser thirds ° so plaintive, sixths ° diminished sigh on sigh, ° 19 Told them something? |
16376 | Those loans? |
16376 | Those suspensions, ° those solutions °--"Must we die?" |
16376 | Those who had met their death on the plain? |
16376 | Thou, heaven''s consummate cup, what needst thou with earth''s wheel? |
16376 | Till, at ending, all the judges Cry with one assent"Take the prize-- a prize who grudges Such a voice and instrument? |
16376 | To his tried virtue, for miraculous help-- How could he stop the earthquake? |
16376 | To man, propose this test-- Thy body at its best, How far can that project thy soul on its lone way? |
16376 | To what does Karshish compare him, with his sudden wealth of insight behind the veil of the next world? |
16376 | To what things is the"Pretty Woman"compared? |
16376 | Toad or rat vex the king? |
16376 | V Dante ° once prepared to paint an angel: ° 32 Whom to please? |
16376 | Was I, ° the world arraigned, ° 124 Were they, my soul disdained, Right? |
16376 | Was his jealousy due to pride or to affection? |
16376 | Was it prose or was it rhyme, Greek or Latin? |
16376 | Was their disgrace in physical or moral failure? |
16376 | We were fellow mortals, naught beside? |
16376 | Were they seven Strings the lyre possessed? |
16376 | Were this no pleasure, lying in the thyme, Drinking the mash, with brain become alive, Making and marring clay at will? |
16376 | What advantage has old age? |
16376 | What analogy does he find between music, and good and evil? |
16376 | What application is made of the story? |
16376 | What are its pleasures? |
16376 | What are the characteristic objects in the second? |
16376 | What are the"fears and scruples"held by the speaker? |
16376 | What bad use was that engine ° for, that wheel, ° 140 Or brake, not wheel-- that harrow fit to reel Men''s bodies out like silk? |
16376 | What baffles him at first? |
16376 | What beauty and dignity, what light, has he created? |
16376 | What cares agitate youth? |
16376 | What causes the poet''s sadness? |
16376 | What change has been wrought in him? |
16376 | What character do these criticisms show her to have had? |
16376 | What circumstances in his life enhance his praise? |
16376 | What claim does Browning make for himself? |
16376 | What clew to it does his life afford? |
16376 | What conception do you get of the tyrant? |
16376 | What consoles but this? |
16376 | What defeats him finally? |
16376 | What did he wish her to he? |
16376 | What difference in spirit between the two? |
16376 | What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm? |
16376 | What do you conceive to be his character and worth as a man? |
16376 | What does Galuppi''s music mean to Browning? |
16376 | What does he desire? |
16376 | What does he do after meeting the cripple? |
16376 | What does he expect for his cause? |
16376 | What does he mean by lines 29- 30? |
16376 | What does he mean in line 40? |
16376 | What does it lack? |
16376 | What does it recall of the life in Venice? |
16376 | What does she think of Andrea? |
16376 | What does the poem mean? |
16376 | What else should he be set for, with his staff? |
16376 | What emotions are aroused? |
16376 | What evidence is there that his imagination is struggling to recall the old memory? |
16376 | What faults did he find in her? |
16376 | What had I on earth to do With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly? |
16376 | What has Browning added? |
16376 | What has brought the Duke and the envoy together? |
16376 | What has the priest said? |
16376 | What has youth achieved? |
16376 | What have been his motives? |
16376 | What idea have you of Lucrezia? |
16376 | What ideals are most prominent in the poem? |
16376 | What ideals are thus compared? |
16376 | What if this friend happen to be-- God? |
16376 | What imagery in the poem is especially effective? |
16376 | What imagery in the poem seems especially effective? |
16376 | What indicates that the change is not in him, but in the fickle mob? |
16376 | What is Karshish''s mission in Judea? |
16376 | What is he but a brute Whose flesh has soul to suit, Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play? |
16376 | What is his motive? |
16376 | What is meant by"the whole design,"line 56? |
16376 | What is meant? |
16376 | What is the cause? |
16376 | What is the charm in lines 12- 14? |
16376 | What is the claim of Pheidippides-- as Browning presents him-- to memory as a hero? |
16376 | What is the issue? |
16376 | What is the meaning of the legend? |
16376 | What is the sick man''s answer? |
16376 | What is the value of such work( 1) in presenting an ideal of life,( 2) in the history of culture? |
16376 | What key to the situation in the first line? |
16376 | What life o''erbrims 10 The body,--the house no eye can probe,-- Divined, as beneath a robe, the limbs? |
16376 | What limit to the power of Setebos? |
16376 | What made those holes and rents In the dock''s harsh swarth leaves, bruised as ° to balk 70 All hope of greenness? |
16376 | What memories come to him of the failures of his friends? |
16376 | What mood and feeling are in control? |
16376 | What motive has he for so doing? |
16376 | What new elements are introduced to add to the horror of the scene? |
16376 | What of Lazarus? |
16376 | What of a villa? |
16376 | What of human life has he presented, and how clear and true are his presentations? |
16376 | What parallel ideas do you find in Rabbi Ben Ezra and in this poem? |
16376 | What passions, what struggles, what ideals, what activities of men has he added to the art world? |
16376 | What plea is made for the"value and significance of flesh"? |
16376 | What poems can you cite of either poet to place him in this list? |
16376 | What problems of life are here presented? |
16376 | What proof does he desire to allay his doubts? |
16376 | What qualities predominate in the first scene? |
16376 | What quality did the praise of the Pope and of the angel lack? |
16376 | What religious significance does the story of Lazarus come to have to Karshish? |
16376 | What right had a lounger up their lane? |
16376 | What scene is in his imagination? |
16376 | What serious meanings and feelings underlie the tone of raillery? |
16376 | What shows the Duke''s difficulty in breaking his reserve on this matter? |
16376 | What so false as truth is, False to thee? |
16376 | What so wild as words are? |
16376 | What stops my despair? |
16376 | What tastes does he show? |
16376 | What things aggravate his hatred? |
16376 | What things does he desire of her? |
16376 | What things does he think Setebos has made? |
16376 | What things does the poem satirize? |
16376 | What things indicate the Duke''s pride? |
16376 | What things mark the light and humorous tone of the speaker? |
16376 | What tho''the earlier grooves Which ran the laughing loves 170 Around thy base, no longer pause and press °? |
16376 | What three types are the suicides? |
16376 | What two ideals are contrasted in Napoleon and the boy? |
16376 | What two scenes are brought into contrast? |
16376 | What view of life does the priest offer, and he reject? |
16376 | What was gone, what remained? |
16376 | What was his aim? |
16376 | What was his work? |
16376 | What wife had Rafael, or has Agnolo? |
16376 | What would one have? |
16376 | What, have fear of change from Thee who art ever the same? |
16376 | What, in general, is the meaning of the poem? |
16376 | What, off again? |
16376 | What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare All travellers who might find him posted there, And ask the road? |
16376 | What, they lived once thus at Venice where the merchants were the kings, Where St. Mark''s ° is, where the Doges used to we d the sea with rings °? |
16376 | What_ moral_ quality does it seem to have? |
16376 | When-- where-- How-- can this arm establish her above me, If fortune fixed her as my lady there, 30 There already, to eternally reprove me? |
16376 | Whence has the man the balm that brightens all? |
16376 | Where does it seem effective? |
16376 | Where does the musician cease to speak of Solomon''s building and begin to describe his own? |
16376 | Where does the poet show skill in condensation, in character drawing, in vividness, in enlisting the reader''s sympathy? |
16376 | Where is his spirit of reverence best shown? |
16376 | Where is the climax of his creative vision? |
16376 | Where is the climax of the story? |
16376 | Where is the speaker? |
16376 | Where unduly harsh? |
16376 | Wherefore Keep on casting pearls To a-- poet? |
16376 | Wherefore? |
16376 | Wherein does man partake of the nature of God? |
16376 | Which is principal: the relation of man and woman, the need of_ soul_ for great work, or the interrelation between character and achievement? |
16376 | Which of the two men is better fitted for the condition in which he is placed? |
16376 | While hand and eye and something of a heart Are left me, work''s my ware, and what''s it worth? |
16376 | While he smites, how can he but remember, So he smote before, in such a peril, 80 When they stood and mocked--"Shall smiting help us?" |
16376 | Who are grouped about the Bishop''s bed? |
16376 | Who are present in the scene? |
16376 | Who are the speaker and the one addressed? |
16376 | Who are the speaker and the one addressed? |
16376 | Who are to be the victims? |
16376 | Who found me in wine you drank once? |
16376 | Who helped me to gold I spent since? |
16376 | Who is the speaker? |
16376 | Who raised me the house that sank once? |
16376 | Who studious in our art Shall count a little labour unrepaid? |
16376 | Who that one, ° you ask? |
16376 | Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank 130 Soil to a plash? |
16376 | Who''d stoop to blame This sort of trifling? |
16376 | Whom does the cicada of the tale symbolize? |
16376 | Whom the singer helped by the cicada? |
16376 | Why am I not loath To look that, even that in the face too? |
16376 | Why are the poppies known by their flutter, rather than their color? |
16376 | Why complain? |
16376 | Why did not I put a power Of thanks in a look or sing it? |
16376 | Why did not you pinch a flower In a pellet of clay and fling it? |
16376 | Why do I need you? |
16376 | Why do they carry the Grammarian up from the plain? |
16376 | Why does Browning represent it as a"dark tower"? |
16376 | Why does Caliban imagine these limits? |
16376 | Why does Karshish work up to his story so diffidently? |
16376 | Why does Rabbi Ben Ezra pause at the threshold of old age? |
16376 | Why does he deny the failure of their lives? |
16376 | Why does he fear him? |
16376 | Why does he not wish the"lost leader"to return? |
16376 | Why does he turn to God for consolation? |
16376 | Why does the name of Shelley mean so much more to one than to the other? |
16376 | Why does the poet welcome the third bard? |
16376 | Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? |
16376 | Why has the incident taken such hold upon him? |
16376 | Why is he sad when his music ceases? |
16376 | Why is he terrified at the end? |
16376 | Why is he weary? |
16376 | Why is it I dare Think but lightly of such impuissance? |
16376 | Why is it better so? |
16376 | Why not soft like the phial''s, enticing and dim? |
16376 | Why pale in my presence?"! |
16376 | Why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized? |
16376 | Why tremble the sprays? |
16376 | Why write of trivial matters, things of price Calling at every moment for remark? |
16376 | Why, with beauty, needs there money be, Love with liking? |
16376 | Why? |
16376 | Why? |
16376 | Wide opens the entrance: where''s cold, now, where''s gloom? |
16376 | Will it? |
16376 | Will the night send a howlet ° or a bat? |
16376 | Will ye ever eat my heart? |
16376 | Will you? |
16376 | Will''t please you rise? |
16376 | Will''t please you sit and look at her? |
16376 | Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this man, And dare doubt He alone shall not help him, who yet alone can? |
16376 | Would I suffer for him that I love? |
16376 | Would not I smash it with my foot? |
16376 | Would you mend it And so end it? |
16376 | XI What spell or what charm,( For, awhile there was trouble within me) what next should I urge To sustain him where song had restored, him? |
16376 | XI"How?" |
16376 | XVI What, there''s nothing in the moon noteworthy? |
16376 | XVII What were seen? |
16376 | You called me, and I came home to your heart, The triumph was-- to reach and stay there; since I reached it ere the triumph, what is lost? |
16376 | You smile? |
16376 | You threaten us, fellow? |
16376 | You turn your face, but does it bring your heart? |
16376 | You wanted to be Buonaparte And have the Tuileries ° for toy, ° 39 And could not, so it broke your heart? |
16376 | [ What, what? |
16376 | a cricket( What"cicada"? |
16376 | but where was the sign? |
16376 | cried the Mayor,"d''ye think I brook Being worse treated than a cook? |
16376 | cries Hervé Riel:"Are you mad, you Malouins °? |
16376 | did Sparta respond? |
16376 | did not he throw on God( He loves the burthen)-- God''s task to make the heavenly period Perfect the earthen? |
16376 | for I had but letters, Only knew of actions by hearsay: 10 He himself was busied with my betters; What of that? |
16376 | have you more to spend? |
16376 | he fain would write a poem, Does he write? |
16376 | he gracious began:"How is it,--Athens, only in Hellas, holds me aloof? |
16376 | he waits outside? |
16376 | lines 31- 32? |
16376 | my Syrian blinketh gratefully, Protested his devotion is my price-- Suppose I write, what harms not, tho''he steal? |
16376 | or care for the plight Of the palm''s self whose slow growth produced them? |
16376 | or else, Rightly traced and well ordered; what of that? |
16376 | say you;"Had his house no window? |
16376 | see thus far and no farther? |
16376 | tenderly? |
16376 | think, Abib; dost thou think? |
16376 | to make such a soul, Such a body, and then such an earth for insphering the whole? |
16376 | what does he to please you more? |
16376 | what hangman hands 100 Pin to his breast a parchment? |
16376 | what was it I came on, of wonders that are? |
16376 | when doors great and small, Nine- and- ninety flew ope at our touch; should the hundredth appal? |
16376 | why, who but Michel Agnolo? |
16376 | you smiled for that? |
16376 | ° 10 Did she live and love it all her lifetime? |
16376 | ° 11 What matter to me if their star is a world? |
16376 | ° 16 CHO.--King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
16376 | ° 171 What tho''about thy rim, Scull- things in order grim Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress °? |
16376 | ° 18 What? |
16376 | ° 20"Actions? |
16376 | ° 21 Answer me quick,--what help, what hand do you stretch o''er destruction''s brink? |
16376 | ° 241 Love, does that please you? |
16376 | ° 33"Has Persia come,--does Athens ask aid,--may Sparta befriend? |
16376 | ° 47 What fancy was it, turned your brain? |
16376 | ° 5 Not his actions famous far and wide? |
16376 | ° 57 VIII What of Rafael''s sonnets, Dante''s picture? |
28041 | )_ 270[ PIPPA_ passes._ JULES_ resumes_ What name was that the little girl sang forth? 28041 A man''s reach should exceed his grasp, or what''s a heaven for?" |
28041 | And thee, best runner of Greece, Whose limbs did duty indeed-- what gift is promised thyself? 28041 Bless us,"cried the Mayor,"what''s that?" |
28041 | Boasts he Muléykeh the Pearl? |
28041 | Has Persia come-- does Athens ask aid-- may Sparta befriend? 28041 How? |
28041 | If wide and showy thus the shop, 80 What must the habitation prove? 28041 Paid by the world, what dost thou owe Me?" |
28041 | This novelty costs pains, but-- takes? 28041 Unlock my heart with a sonnet- key"? |
28041 | What if no flocks and herds enrich the son of Sinán? 28041 _ Who? |
28041 | ''Doth as he likes, or wherefore Lord? |
28041 | *****[ What, what? |
28041 | --"Did_ I_ stop them, when a million seemed so few?" |
28041 | --And when that''s told me, what''s remaining? |
28041 | --I say, should you be such a curmudgeon, If she clung to the perch, as to take it in dudgeon? |
28041 | --Not envy, sure!--for if you gave me Leave to take or to refuse, In earnest, do you think I''d choose That sort of new love to enslave me? |
28041 | --Not flesh, as flake off flake I scale, approach, Lay bare those bluish veins of blood asleep? |
28041 | --What, my soul? |
28041 | --Worship whom else? |
28041 | 10 But winter hastens at summer''s end, And firefly, hedge- shrew, lobworm, pray, How fare they? |
28041 | 10 Did she live and love it all her lifetime? |
28041 | 10 Friend, did you need an optic glass, Which were your choice? |
28041 | 100 Was it not great? |
28041 | 100 You''re wroth-- can you slay your snake like Apollo? |
28041 | 100- 108, 135- 136, 160? |
28041 | 105 My morn, noon, eve, and night-- how spend my day? |
28041 | 105 Will the night send a howlet or a bat? |
28041 | 120 How should I dare to say--_ Intendant._"Forgive us our trespasses"? |
28041 | 125 Would not I smash it with my foot? |
28041 | 130 What did he want with comforts there? |
28041 | 130_ Intendant._ And suppose the villas are not your brother''s to give, nor yours to take? |
28041 | 135 What wife had Rafael, or has Agnolo? |
28041 | 135"Nay,"quoth the Prior,"turn him out, d''ye say? |
28041 | 140 This ruby that would tip aright Solomon''s scepter? |
28041 | 145 Say, is it nothing that I know them all? |
28041 | 15 Where must I place you? |
28041 | 150 Could he do less than make pretense to strike? |
28041 | 155 It might have fallen to another''s hand: what then? |
28041 | 160_ Intendant._ Strike me? |
28041 | 165 Give up that noon I owned my love for you? |
28041 | 170 How could it end in any other way? |
28041 | 170 Who stammered--"Yes, I love you?" |
28041 | 180 What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? |
28041 | 190 Why put all thoughts of praise out of our head With wonder at lines, colors, and what not? |
28041 | 20 Body hides-- where? |
28041 | 20 Thither our path lies; wind we up the heights; Wait ye the warning? |
28041 | 215 Please Him and hinder this?--What Prosper does? |
28041 | 220 Must see you-- you, and not with me? |
28041 | 220 Not a poor glimmering Crucifixion, Where in the foreground kneels the donor? |
28041 | 240 Do n''t you think they''re the likeliest to know, They with their Latin? |
28041 | 240 I, that have haunted the dim San Spirito,( Or was it rather the Ognissanti?) |
28041 | 245 Since there my past life lies, why alter it? |
28041 | 25 Do I live in a house you would like to see? |
28041 | 25 Their hiding- place is Psyche''s robe; she keeps Your letters next her skin: which drops out foremost? |
28041 | 250 Well, had I riches of my own? |
28041 | 285--For what? |
28041 | 290 To be passed over, despised? |
28041 | 3, I have received from Rome? |
28041 | 30 Ah, will you let me tell you what you are? |
28041 | 30 And now? |
28041 | 30 How say you? |
28041 | 300 Would I suffer for him that I love? |
28041 | 35 Fear? |
28041 | 35 My sons, ye would not be my death? |
28041 | 45 Eh? |
28041 | 45 To man, propose this test-- Thy body at its best, How far can that project thy soul on its lone way? |
28041 | 5 What had I on earth to do With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly? |
28041 | 5 Who raised me the house that sank once? |
28041 | 50 Already how am I so far Out of that minute? |
28041 | 50 Swift as a weaver''s shuttle fleet our years: Man goeth to the grave, and where is he? |
28041 | 50_ Bluphocks._ Only, can not you tell me something of this little Pippa I must have to do with? |
28041 | 55 Recall you this, then? |
28041 | 60 Did the conqueror spurn the creature, Once its service done? |
28041 | 60 VII When sudden... how think ye, the end? |
28041 | 60_ 3rd Policeman._ Where in this passport of Signor Luigi does our Principal instruct you to watch him so narrowly? |
28041 | 65 And now then? |
28041 | 65 Did the man love his office? |
28041 | 70 Was some such understanding''twixt the two? |
28041 | 80 And what is our failure here but a triumph''s evidence For the fullness of the days? |
28041 | 80 Hast thou loved the white locks of thy father, whose sword thou didst guard When he trusted thee forth with the armies, for glorious reward? |
28041 | 80 Was the thing done?--then, what''s to do again? |
28041 | 880 What''s a man''s age? |
28041 | 95 And each fleshy blossom Preserve I not-- safer Than leaves that embower it, Or shells that embosom-- From weevil and chafer? |
28041 | 95 Speak as they please, what does the mountain care? |
28041 | 95 Will you renounce"..."the mouthful of bread?" |
28041 | 95"One? |
28041 | A Lieutenant? |
28041 | A Mate-- first, second, third? |
28041 | A Voice spoke thence which straight unlinked Fancy from fact; see, all''s in ken: Has once my eyelid winked? |
28041 | A good time, was it not, my kingly days? |
28041 | Again upon your search? |
28041 | Ah, but a man''s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what''s a heaven for? |
28041 | Alive? |
28041 | Am I heartless? |
28041 | And doth it not enter my mind( as my warm tears attest) These good things being given, to go on, and give one more, the best? |
28041 | And thus our soul, misknown, cries out to Zeus To vindicate his purpose in our life: Why stay we on the earth unless to grow? |
28041 | And when old poets had said their say of it, 230 How taught old painters in their pictures? |
28041 | And wherefore out? |
28041 | And whither went he? |
28041 | And you-- oh, how feel you? |
28041 | And you?" |
28041 | And, morning past, if midday shed a gloom O''er Jules and Phene-- what care bride and groom 50 Save for their dear selves? |
28041 | Another smile? |
28041 | Answer me quick, what help, what hand do you stretch o''er destruction''s brink? |
28041 | Are balm seeds not here To console us? |
28041 | Are crowns yet to be won in this late time, Which weakness makes me hesitate to reach? |
28041 | Are they perfect of lineament, perfect of stature? |
28041 | Are you bashful to that degree? |
28041 | Are you bought by English gold? |
28041 | Are you cowards, fools, or rogues? |
28041 | As here I lie 10 In this state- chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I ask"Do I live, am I dead?" |
28041 | At Nature dost thou shrink amazed? |
28041 | At eve the Son and Mother, gentle pair, 165 Commune inside our turret; what prevents My being Luigi? |
28041 | Athens to aid? |
28041 | Athené, are Spartans a quarry beyond Swing of thy spear? |
28041 | Aye, himself loves what does him good; but why? |
28041 | Aye, of all the artists living, loving, 65 None but would forego his proper dowry-- Does he paint? |
28041 | Aye, to save and redeem and restore him, maintain at the height This perfection-- succeed with life''s day- spring, death''s minute of night? |
28041 | Back I shrink-- what is this I see and hear? |
28041 | Balls and masks begun at midnight, burning ever to mid- day, When they made up fresh adventures for the morrow, do you say? |
28041 | Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same--Framework which waits for a picture to frame; 5 What of the leafage, what of the flower? |
28041 | Because in my great epos I display 285 How divers men young, strong, fair, wise, can act-- Is this as though I acted? |
28041 | Because though I was wrought upon, have struck His insolence back into him-- am I So surely yours?--therefore forever yours? |
28041 | Because you gaze-- am I fantastic, sweet? |
28041 | Black? |
28041 | Burn the fleet and ruin France? |
28041 | But I told you, did I not, Ere night we travel for your land-- some isle 315 With the sea''s silence on it? |
28041 | But at any rate I have loved the season Of Art''s spring- birth so dim and dewy; My sculptor is Nicolo the Pisan, My painter-- who but Cimabue? |
28041 | But many more of the kind As good, nay, better perchance: is this your comfort to me? |
28041 | But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these--A Captain? |
28041 | But to have eaten Luca''s bread, have worn 140 His clothes, have felt his money swell my purse-- Do lovers in romances sin that way? |
28041 | But what? |
28041 | But wherefore rough, why cold and ill at ease? |
28041 | But why not do as well as say-- paint these Just as they are, careless what comes of it? |
28041 | Cecco beats you still? |
28041 | Come, what am I a beast for? |
28041 | Conceding which-- had Zeus then questioned thee,"Shall I go on a step, improve on this, 195 Do more for visible creatures than is done?" |
28041 | Could Saint John there draw-- His camel- hair make up a painting- brush? |
28041 | Dear dead women, with such hair, too-- what''s become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? |
28041 | Deep into the night, drink!__ Ottima._ Night? |
28041 | Did David at any time live in a mountainous country? |
28041 | Did I once say That I repented? |
28041 | Did I say basalt for my slab, sons? |
28041 | Did I say"without friend"? |
28041 | Did I say, all? |
28041 | Did Shakespeare? |
28041 | Did Sparta respond? |
28041 | Did not he magnify the mind, show clear 105 Just what it all meant? |
28041 | Did you ever see our silk- mills-- their inside? |
28041 | Did you throttle or stab my brother''s infant? |
28041 | Did young people take their pleasure when the sea was warm in 10 May? |
28041 | Do I find love so full in my nature, God''s ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? |
28041 | Do I hold the Past Thus firm and fast 15 Yet doubt if the Future hold I can? |
28041 | Do I task any faculty highest, to image success? |
28041 | Do the ten steeds run a race of glory? |
28041 | Do their eyes contract to the earth''s old scope, Now that they see God face to face, And have all attained to be poets, I hope? |
28041 | Do they like grass or no-- May they or may n''t they? |
28041 | Do you forget already words like those?) |
28041 | Do you hear that? |
28041 | Do you pretend you ever tasted lampreys And ortolans? |
28041 | Do you remember last damned New Year''s day? |
28041 | Do you see? |
28041 | Do you think I fear to speak the bare truth once for all? |
28041 | Does the emphasis on the scenery and its historic associations unduly minimize the love element of the poem? |
28041 | Dost thou verily trip upon a word, Confound the accurate view of what joy is( Caught somewhat clearer by my eyes than thine) 280 With feeling joy? |
28041 | Doubt that thy power can fill the heart that thy power expands? |
28041 | Draw close: that conflagration of my church--What then? |
28041 | Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? |
28041 | Feel you for me? |
28041 | For am I not, this day, Whate''er I please? |
28041 | For are not such Used to be tended, flower- like, every feature, As if one''s breath would fray the lily of a creature? |
28041 | For me, Now he is dead I hate him worse; I hate-- Dare you stay here? |
28041 | For where had been a progress, otherwise? |
28041 | For whom did he cheer and laugh else, 15 While Noll''s damned troopers shot him? |
28041 | For why? |
28041 | For, do n''t you mark? |
28041 | For, what expands Before the house, but the great opaque Blue breadth of sea without a break? |
28041 | Four, five-- who''s a defaulter? |
28041 | Frets doubt the maw- crammed beast? |
28041 | Giotto, how, with that soul of yours, Could you play me false who loved you so? |
28041 | Great? |
28041 | HOUSE Shall I sonnet- sing you about myself? |
28041 | Had he to do with A''s surprising fate? |
28041 | Hails heavenly cheer or infernal laughter Our first step out of the gulf or in it? |
28041 | Have I God''s gift 150 Of the morning- star? |
28041 | Have I forethought? |
28041 | Have I knowledge? |
28041 | Have we withered or agonized? |
28041 | Have you more to spend? |
28041 | Have you noticed, now, Your cullion''s hanging face? |
28041 | He fain would write a poem-- Does he write? |
28041 | He hath a spite against me, that I know, Just as He favors Prosper, who knows why? |
28041 | He said,"What''s time? |
28041 | He sat by us at table quietly-- Why must you lean across till our cheeks touched? |
28041 | He ventured neck or nothing-- heaven''s success Found, or earth''s failure: 110"Wilt thou trust death or not?" |
28041 | He waits outside? |
28041 | He writeth, doth he? |
28041 | Here''s Giotto, with his Saint a- praising God, That sets us praising-- why not stop with him? |
28041 | Here''s the top- peak; the multitude below Live, for they can, there: This man decided not to Live but Know-- Bury this man there? |
28041 | Here, the creature surpass the Creator-- the end what Began? |
28041 | Here, the parts shift? |
28041 | How could that red sun drop in that black cloud? |
28041 | How do you feel now, Ottima? |
28041 | How else Shall ye contrast my frieze to come beneath? |
28041 | How else had he wrought himself his ruin, in fortune''s 110 spite? |
28041 | How is it under our control To love or not to love? |
28041 | How rolls the Wairoa at your world''s far end? |
28041 | How should we be other( he said) 105 than the poor devils you see, with those debasing habits we cherish? |
28041 | How will she ever grant her Jules a bliss So startling as her real first infant kiss? |
28041 | How-- when? |
28041 | I admonished myself,"Is one mocked by an elf, Is one baffled by toad or by rat? |
28041 | I am yours"-- No-- is not that, or like that, part of words Yourself began by speaking? |
28041 | I never was in love; and since 115 Charles proved false, what shall now convince My inmost heart I have a friend? |
28041 | I painted a Saint Laurence six months since At Prato, splashed the fresco in fine style:"How looks my painting, now the scaffold''s down?" |
28041 | I said,"Is it blessing, is it banning, 535 Do they applaud you or burlesque you Those hands and fingers with no flesh on?" |
28041 | I set the watch-- how should the people know? |
28041 | I stood Quivering-- the limbs of me fretting as fire frets, an inch from dry wood--"Persia has come, Athens asks aid, and still they debate? |
28041 | I''ve better counselors; what counsel they? |
28041 | II I struck him; he groveled, of course-- 5 For what was his force? |
28041 | III Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on 15 board;"Why, what hope or chance have ships like these to pass?" |
28041 | III You and I would rather read that volume( Taken to his beating bosom by it), Lean and list the bosom- beats of Rafael, 20 Would we not? |
28041 | IX Wherefore? |
28041 | If He caught me here, O''erheard this speech, and asked,"What chucklest at?" |
28041 | If I paint, Carve the young Phoebus, am I therefore young? |
28041 | If care-- where is the sign? |
28041 | If whoever loves Must be, in some sort, god or worshiper, The blessing or the blest- one, queen or page, Why should we always choose the page''s part? |
28041 | If you would sit thus by me every night 205 I should work better, do you comprehend? |
28041 | In sight? |
28041 | In the least things have faith, yet distrust in the greatest of all? |
28041 | In_ Colombe''s Birthday_ Valence says, Is the knowledge of her, naught? |
28041 | Insulted by a lazy ribald With idle pipe and vesture piebald? |
28041 | Invite the world, as my betters have done? |
28041 | Is Saul dead? |
28041 | Is he generous like Spring dew? |
28041 | Is it a bargain? |
28041 | Is it better in May, I ask you? |
28041 | Is it carelessness? |
28041 | Is it ever hot in the square? |
28041 | Is it love the lying''s for? |
28041 | Is it scant of gear, has it store of pelf? |
28041 | Is it so you said A plait of hair should wave across my neck? |
28041 | Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? |
28041 | Is it too late to alter? |
28041 | Is it true that we are now, and shall be hereafter, But what and where depend on life''s minute? |
28041 | Is not that Pippa We are to talk to, under the window-- quick!-- Where the lights are? |
28041 | Is this apparent, when thou turn''st to muse Upon the scheme of earth and man in chief, That admiration grows as knowledge grows? |
28041 | Is this more right? |
28041 | Is''t full morning? |
28041 | It is life against life-- what good avails to the life- bereft?" |
28041 | It''s not your chance to have a bit of chalk, A wood- coal, or the like? |
28041 | Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber door but a gentle tap? |
28041 | Kate? |
28041 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
28041 | Language? |
28041 | Last--Ah, there, what should I wish? |
28041 | Let it be great; but the joys it brought, Pay they or no its price? |
28041 | Let the visible go to the dogs-- what matters?" |
28041 | Let this farce, this chatter, end now; what is it you want with me? |
28041 | Let us throw off 40 This mask: how do you bear yourself? |
28041 | Life, how and what is it? |
28041 | Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel--Being-- who? |
28041 | Long he lived nameless; how should Spring take note 35 Winter would follow? |
28041 | Lost from the naked world; earth, sky, Hill, vale, tree, flower-- Italia''s rare O''errunning beauty crowds the eye-- But flame? |
28041 | Love, does that please you? |
28041 | MEMORABILIA Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? |
28041 | Man might live at first The animal life: but is there nothing more? |
28041 | May I take upon me to instruct you? |
28041 | Meet Lutwyche, I-- And save him from my statue meeting him? |
28041 | Mere withered wall flowers, waving overhead? |
28041 | More gaming debts to pay? |
28041 | Mother, they visit night by night--_ Mother._--You, Luigi? |
28041 | Must I go Still like the thistle- ball, no bar, Onward, whenever light winds blow, Fixed by no friendly star? |
28041 | Must I let villas and_ poderi_ go to you, a murderer and thief, that you may beget by means of them other murderers and thieves? |
28041 | Must you go? |
28041 | My Tydeus must be carved that''s there in clay; Yet how be carved, with you about the room? |
28041 | My dance is finished"? |
28041 | Night in the fosse? |
28041 | No Virgin by him the somewhat petty, Of finical touch and tempera crumbly-- Could not Alesso Baldovinetti 215 Contribute so much, I ask him humbly? |
28041 | No bidding me then to-- what did Zanze say? |
28041 | No sketches first, no studies, that''s long past: I do what many dream of, all their lives,--Dream? |
28041 | Not a churlish saint, Lorenzo Monaco? |
28041 | Not hear? |
28041 | Not see? |
28041 | Not that, amassing flowers, Youth sighed,"Which rose make ours, Which lily leave and then as best recall?" |
28041 | Now wait!--even I already seem to share In God''s love: what does New- year''s hymn declare? |
28041 | Now, is this sense, I ask? |
28041 | Now, what is it makes pulsate the robe? |
28041 | Now, who shall arbitrate? |
28041 | O my Athens-- Sparta love thee? |
28041 | Oh, is it surely blown, my martagon? |
28041 | Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene''er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? |
28041 | On which I conclude, that the early painters, 145 To cries of"Greek Art and what more wish you?" |
28041 | Or is the other fate in store, And art thou fitted to adore, To give thy wondrous self away, And take a stronger nature''s sway? |
28041 | Our dates shall we slight, When their juice brings a cure for all sorrow? |
28041 | Outright now!--how miraculously gone All of the grace-- had she not strange grace once? |
28041 | PROLOGUE TO ASOLANDO"The Poet''s age is sad: for why? |
28041 | Persia has come, we are here, where is She?" |
28041 | Phene? |
28041 | Proves she as the paved work of a sapphire Seen by Moses when he climbed the mountain? |
28041 | Proves she like some portent of an iceberg Swimming full upon the ship it founders, 170 Hungry with huge teeth of splintered crystals? |
28041 | Reach the mooring? |
28041 | Say you are right-- 60 How should one in your state e''er bring to pass What would require a cool head, a cold heart, And a calm hand? |
28041 | Shall to produce form out of unshaped stuff Be Art-- and further, to evoke a soul From form be nothing? |
28041 | Shop was shop only: household- stuff? |
28041 | Should you have known her in her clothes? |
28041 | So, for us no world? |
28041 | Some women I have 190 procured will pass Bluphocks, my handsome scoundrel, off for somebody; and once Pippa entangled!--you conceive? |
28041 | Somebody remarks Morello''s outline there is wrongly traced, His hue mistaken; what of that? |
28041 | Speech half- asleep or song half- awake? |
28041 | Stay--"I love you, love"-- I could prevent it if I understood: More of your words to me; was''t in the tone Or the words, your power? |
28041 | Still, all I care for, if he spoke the truth,( What he? |
28041 | Summer redundant, Blueness abundant,--Where is the blot? |
28041 | Suppose I''ve made her eyes all right and blue, Ca n''t I take breath and try to add life''s flash, And then add soul and heighten them three- fold? |
28041 | Take Asolo''s Four Happiest Ones-- And let thy morning rain on that superb Great haughty Ottima; can rain disturb Her Sebald''s homage? |
28041 | Take the prettiest face, The Prior''s niece... patron- saint-- is it so pretty You ca n''t discover if it means hope, fear, 210 Sorrow, or joy? |
28041 | Than I what godship to Athens more helpful of old? |
28041 | That Cousin here again? |
28041 | That imperfection means perfection hid, 185 Reserved in part, to grace the after- time? |
28041 | That they, unless through Him, do naught at all, 115 And must submit: what other use in things? |
28041 | That''s the king dwarf with the scarlet comb; old Franz, Come down and meet your fate? |
28041 | That''s the tale-- its application? |
28041 | The artificer has given her one small tube Past power to widen or exchange-- what boots To know she might spout oceans if she could? |
28041 | The lambent flame is-- where? |
28041 | The only thing is, will she equally remember 150 the rest of her lesson, and repeat correctly all those verses which are to break the secret to Jules? |
28041 | The owner? |
28041 | The past, would you give up the past Such as it is, pleasure and crime together? |
28041 | The present by the future, what is that? |
28041 | The triumph was-- to reach and stay there; since I reached it ere the triumph, what is lost? |
28041 | The very ghost of a voice Whose body is caught and kept by-- what are those? |
28041 | Their house looks over Orcana valley-- Why should not I be the bride as soon As Ottima? |
28041 | There? |
28041 | Therefore to whom turn I but to thee, the ineffable Name? |
28041 | They are perfect-- how else? |
28041 | They had answered,"And afterward, what else?" |
28041 | This article, no such great shakes, Fizzes like wildfire? |
28041 | This man said rather,"Actual life comes next? |
28041 | This way? |
28041 | This, Sebald? |
28041 | Those lesser thirds so plaintive, sixths diminished, sigh on sigh, Told them something? |
28041 | Those loans? |
28041 | Those suspensions, those solutions--"Must 20 we die?" |
28041 | Those? |
28041 | Thou canst not think a mere barbarian Jew, As Paulus proves to be, one circumcised, Hath access to a secret shut from us? |
28041 | Thou diest while I survive? |
28041 | Thou, heaven''s consummate cup, what need''st thou with earth''s 180 wheel? |
28041 | Through her singing? |
28041 | Thy one work, not to decrease or diminish, Done at a stroke, was just( was it not?) |
28041 | Till, at ending, all the judges 55 Cry with one assent,"Take the prize-- a prize who grudges Such a voice and instrument? |
28041 | Tis God''s voice calls; how could I stay? |
28041 | Toad or rat vex the king? |
28041 | Tush, why need I speak Their foolish speech? |
28041 | V Dante once prepared to paint an angel: Whom to please? |
28041 | VI And"What mockery or malice have we here?" |
28041 | VIII What of Rafael''s sonnets, Dante''s picture? |
28041 | WANTING IS-- WHAT? |
28041 | WANTING IS-- WHAT? |
28041 | Walk in-- straight up to him; you have no knife: Be prompt, how should he scream? |
28041 | Wanting is-- what? |
28041 | Was I, the world arraigned, Were they, my soul disdained, 125 Right? |
28041 | Was it love or praise? |
28041 | Was it prose or was it rhyme, Greek or Latin? |
28041 | Was''t not well contrived? |
28041 | Was''t that we slept? |
28041 | We were fellow mortals, naught beside? |
28041 | We''ll even quarrel, love, at times, as if 90 We still could lose each other, were not tied By this-- conceive you? |
28041 | Well, I could never write a verse-- could you? |
28041 | Well, I must let you keep, as you say, this villa and that_ podere_, for fear the world should find out my relations were of so indifferent a stamp? |
28041 | Well, are you content, Or must I find you something else to spoil? |
28041 | Were they seven Strings the lyre possessed? |
28041 | Were this no pleasure, lying in the thyme, 95 Drinking the mash, with brain become alive, Making and marring clay at will? |
28041 | What are you? |
28041 | What bad use was that engine for, that wheel, 140 Or brake, not wheel-- that harrow fit to reel Men''s bodies out like silk? |
28041 | What consoles but this? |
28041 | What craft is it Duhl designs? |
28041 | What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm? |
28041 | What else should he be set for, with his staff? |
28041 | What further may be sought for or declared? |
28041 | What gaze you at? |
28041 | What if I told her, it is just a thread From that great river which the hills shut up, 255 And mock her with my leave to take the same? |
28041 | What is he but a brute Whose flesh has soul to suit, Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play? |
28041 | What is the issue? |
28041 | What is worth The rest of heaven, the rest of earth? |
28041 | What lies above? |
28041 | What life o''erbrims 10 The body-- the house, no eye can probe-- Divined as, beneath a robe, the limbs? |
28041 | What made those holes and rents In the dock''s harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to balk 70 All hope of greenness? |
28041 | What matter if slacked My speed may hardly be, for homage to crag and to cave No deity deigns to drape with verdure? |
28041 | What matter to me if their star is a world? |
28041 | What means this?''" |
28041 | What meant old poets by their strictures? |
28041 | What might he deal in? |
28041 | What of a villa? |
28041 | What other meaning do these verses bear? |
28041 | What paid the bloodless man for so much pains? |
28041 | What penned them there, with all the plain to choose? |
28041 | What puts that in your head? |
28041 | What shall I please today? |
28041 | What stops my 295 despair? |
28041 | What the core O''the wound, since wound must be? |
28041 | What then? |
28041 | What then? |
28041 | What though the earlier grooves Which ran the laughing loves 170 Around thy base, no longer pause and press? |
28041 | What though, about thy rim, Skull- things in order grim Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress? |
28041 | What was gone, what remained? |
28041 | What was to wonder at? |
28041 | What would men have? |
28041 | What would one have? |
28041 | What''s it all about? |
28041 | What''s there beside a simple signature? |
28041 | What, a repast prepared? |
28041 | What, and the soul alone deteriorates? |
28041 | What, brother Lippo''s doings, up and down, 40 You know them and they take you? |
28041 | What, have fear of change from thee who art ever the same? |
28041 | What, not a word for Stefano there, Of brow once prominent and starry, 70 Called Nature''s Ape and the world''s despair For his peerless painting? |
28041 | What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare All travelers who might find him posted there, And ask the road? |
28041 | What, they lived once thus at Venice where the merchants were 5 the kings, Where Saint Mark''s is, where the Doges used to we d the sea with rings? |
28041 | What, unrecognized? |
28041 | What,''tis past midnight, and you go the rounds, And here you catch me at an alley''s end 5 Where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar? |
28041 | What? |
28041 | What? |
28041 | When altogether old B disappeared 55 And young C got his mistress-- was''t our friend, His letter to the King, that did it all? |
28041 | When did such an instrument ever produce such an 155 effect? |
28041 | Where are you, dear old friend? |
28041 | Where does the fault lie? |
28041 | Where is the loved one''s face? |
28041 | Where is the thread now? |
28041 | Where was I? |
28041 | Where''s Gottlieb, 30 the new- comer? |
28041 | Where''s a hole, where''s a corner for escape? |
28041 | Where''s dew, where''s freshness? |
28041 | Wherefore Keep on casting pearls To a-- poet? |
28041 | Wherefore repine? |
28041 | Wherefore? |
28041 | Which lies within your power of purse? |
28041 | While hand and eye and something of a heart Are left me, work''s my ware, and what''s it worth? |
28041 | While he smites, how can he but remember, So he smote before, in such a peril, 80 When they stood and mocked--"Shall smiting help us?" |
28041 | White then? |
28041 | Who am I? |
28041 | Who else? |
28041 | Who found me in wine you drank once? |
28041 | Who gave me the goods that went since? |
28041 | Who has right to make a rout of Rarities he found inside?" |
28041 | Who helped me to gold I spent since? |
28041 | Who means to take your life For that, my Sebald? |
28041 | Who said that? |
28041 | Who should repent, or why? |
28041 | Who spoke? |
28041 | Who that one, you ask? |
28041 | Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage, Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank 130 Soil to a plash? |
28041 | Who''d stoop to blame This sort of trifling? |
28041 | Who, what is Lutwyche, what Natalia''s friends, What the whole world except our love-- my own, Own Phene? |
28041 | Why 25 Do A and B not kill him themselves? |
28041 | Why am I not loath To look that, even that in the face too? |
28041 | Why did it end? |
28041 | Why do I need you? |
28041 | Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? |
28041 | Why is it I dare Think but lightly of such impuissance? |
28041 | Why is it they never remember me? |
28041 | Why not reveal while their pictures dree Such doom, how a captive might be out- ferreted? |
28041 | Why pale in my presence?" |
28041 | Why persist 105 In poring now upon it? |
28041 | Why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized? |
28041 | Why should I speak of sale? |
28041 | Why tremble the sprays? |
28041 | Why"small"?__ Costs it more pain that this, ye call__ A"great event,"should come to pass,__ Than that? |
28041 | Why"small"?__ Costs it more pain that this, ye call__ A"great event,"should come to pass,__ Than that? |
28041 | Why, for this What need of art at all? |
28041 | Why, man, do I not know the old story? |
28041 | Why, one, sir, who is lodging with a friend 15 Three streets off-- he''s a certain... how d''ye call? |
28041 | Why? |
28041 | Will Jules lose the bloom of his youth? |
28041 | Will it? |
28041 | Will my mere fancies live near you, their truth-- The live truth, passing and repassing me, Sitting beside me? |
28041 | Will ye ever eat my heart? |
28041 | Will you forgive me-- be once more My great queen? |
28041 | Will you? |
28041 | Will''t please you rise? |
28041 | Will''t please you sit and look at her? |
28041 | Wo n''t beauty go with these? |
28041 | Would I beg your son to cheer my dark if Muléykeh died? |
28041 | Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this man, 270 And dare doubt he alone shall not help him, who yet alone can? |
28041 | XI"How?" |
28041 | XVI What, there''s nothing in the moon noteworthy? |
28041 | XVI When the liquor''s out why clink the cannikin? |
28041 | XVII What were seen? |
28041 | Yet why should the fact that I break monastic rules make you consider me a beast? |
28041 | You are going to punish me? |
28041 | You hate me then? |
28041 | You hope, because you''re old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease? |
28041 | You smile? |
28041 | You smiled for that? |
28041 | You that would mock the best pursuer, 75 Was my basin over- deep? |
28041 | You threaten us, fellow? |
28041 | You turn your face, but does it bring your heart? |
28041 | You would fain be kinglier, say, than I am? |
28041 | You would prove a model? |
28041 | You''d say he despised our bluff old ways? |
28041 | Zooks, what''s to blame? |
28041 | _ 1st Girl._ That she? |
28041 | _ 1st Girl._ They destroy 30 My garden since I left them? |
28041 | _ 2nd Girl._ I? |
28041 | _ 2nd Girl._ What makes your fingers red? |
28041 | _ 2nd Girl._ When you were young? |
28041 | _ Gottlieb._ She does not also take it for earnest, I 145 hope? |
28041 | _ Intendant._ Do you choose this especial night to question me? |
28041 | _ Intendant._ Is Correggio a painter? |
28041 | _ Intendant._ So old a story, and tell it no better? |
28041 | _ Intendant._ What am I to expect? |
28041 | _ Luigi._ Escape? |
28041 | _ Luigi._ Here in the archway? |
28041 | _ Luigi._ Now do you try me, or make sport of me? |
28041 | _ Luigi._ Was that low noise the echo? |
28041 | _ Luigi._ Why not? |
28041 | _ Luigi._ You smile at me? |
28041 | _ Mother._ See now: you reach the city, you must cross His threshold-- how? |
28041 | _ Mother._ Why go tonight? |
28041 | _ Ottima._ Assuredly if I repented The deed--_ Sebald._ Repent? |
28041 | _ Ottima._ Sebald? |
28041 | _ Ottima._ You hate me then? |
28041 | _ Sebald._ But am not I his cutthroat? |
28041 | _ Sebald._ He gave me Life, nothing else; what if he did reproach My perfidy, and threaten, and do more-- Had he no right? |
28041 | _ Sebald._ How did we ever rise? |
28041 | _ Sebald._ Morning? |
28041 | _ Sebald._ The July night? |
28041 | _ Sebald._ What would come, think you, if we let him lie Just as he is? |
28041 | _ What was his force?_ An ironic question. |
28041 | a cricket( What"cicada"? |
28041 | and to whom?--to whom? |
28041 | and yet, after all, why foolish? |
28041 | but where was the sign? |
28041 | confound the knowing how And showing how to live( my faculty) With actually living?--Otherwise Where is the artist''s vantage o''er the king? |
28041 | cried the Mayor,"d''ye think I brook 185 Being worse treated than a Cook? |
28041 | cries Hervé Riel; 45"Are you mad, you Malouins? |
28041 | did not he throw on God,( He loves the burthen)-- God''s task to make the heavenly period Perfect the earthen? |
28041 | he gracious began;"How is it-- Athens, only in Hellas, holds me aloof? |
28041 | oh, morning, is it? |
28041 | once quench it, what help is 45 left? |
28041 | or care for the plight Of the palm''s self whose slow growth produced them? |
28041 | or dwelt upon, Wondered at? |
28041 | or else, Rightly traced and well ordered; what of that? |
28041 | see thus far and no farther? |
28041 | tenderly? |
28041 | the memory, naught? |
28041 | they shall never change; We are faulty-- why not? |
28041 | to make such a soul, Such a body, and then such an earth for insphering the 275 whole? |
28041 | what does he to please you more? |
28041 | what hangman hands 100 Pin to his breast a parchment? |
28041 | what was it I came on, of wonders that are? |
28041 | what''s here? |
28041 | what-- why is this? |
28041 | when doors great and small, Nine- and- ninety flew ope at our touch, should the hundredth 265 appall? |
28041 | which, shall I dare( All pride apart) upon the absurd pretext That such a gift by chance lay in my hand, Discourse of lightly or depreciate? |
28041 | why, who but Michel Agnolo? |