This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
| identifier | question |
|---|---|
| 12242 | Wherefore, marauder, art thou here? |
| 12242 | Whose are the little beds,I asked,"Which in the valleys lie?" |
| 12242 | ''A soul has gone to God,''I''m answered in a lonesome tone; Is heaven then so sad? |
| 12242 | ''T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou No station in the day? |
| 12242 | Afraid? |
| 12242 | Also, who laid the rainbow''s piers, Also, who leads the docile spheres By withes of supple blue? |
| 12242 | Alter? |
| 12242 | And I, could I stand by And see you freeze, Without my right of frost, Death''s privilege? |
| 12242 | And art thou sleeping yet? |
| 12242 | And echoes, trains away, Sneer--"Where?" |
| 12242 | And if he spoke, what name was best, What first, What one broke off with At the drowsiest? |
| 12242 | And if my stocking hung too high, Would it blur the Christmas glee, That not a Santa Claus could reach The altitude of me? |
| 12242 | And the rest? |
| 12242 | And was he confident until Ill fluttered out in everlasting well? |
| 12242 | And wishes, had he any? |
| 12242 | And you got sleepy and begged to be ended-- What could it hinder so, to say? |
| 12242 | Angels in the early morning May be seen the dews among, Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying: Do the buds to them belong? |
| 12242 | Are friends delight or pain? |
| 12242 | Are you nobody, too? |
| 12242 | Borne, without dissent of either, To the parish night; Of the separated people Which are out of sight? |
| 12242 | Brazil? |
| 12242 | Bred as we, among the mountains, Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land? |
| 12242 | But how shall finished creatures A function fresh obtain? |
| 12242 | But should the play Prove piercing earnest, Should the glee glaze In death''s stiff stare, Would not the fun Look too expensive? |
| 12242 | But then I promised ne''er to tell; How could I break my word? |
| 12242 | Can I expound the skies? |
| 12242 | Can blaze be done in cochineal, Or noon in mazarin? |
| 12242 | Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they? |
| 12242 | Could''st credit me? |
| 12242 | Dare you see a soul at the white heat? |
| 12242 | Dear March, how are you? |
| 12242 | Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly? |
| 12242 | Did the paradise, persuaded, Yield her moat of pearl, Would the Eden be an Eden, Or the earl an earl? |
| 12242 | Did they come back no more?" |
| 12242 | Did they forget thee? |
| 12242 | Did they forsake thee? |
| 12242 | Did you leave Nature well? |
| 12242 | Drab habitation of whom? |
| 12242 | Falter? |
| 12242 | Few get enough,-- enough is one; To that ethereal throng Have not each one of us the right To stealthily belong? |
| 12242 | Has anybody found? |
| 12242 | Has it feathers like a bird? |
| 12242 | Has it feet like water- lilies? |
| 12242 | Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so? |
| 12242 | He questioned softly why I failed? |
| 12242 | He twirled a button, Without a glance my way:"But, madam, is there nothing else That we can show to- day?" |
| 12242 | How many bullets bearest? |
| 12242 | How many colors taken On Revolution Day? |
| 12242 | How many legions overcome? |
| 12242 | How the old steeples hand the scarlet, Till the ball is full,-- Have I the lip of the flamingo That I dare to tell? |
| 12242 | How they will tell the shipwreck When winter shakes the door, Till the children ask,"But the forty? |
| 12242 | I could not bear the bees should come, I wished they''d stay away In those dim countries where they go: What word had they for me? |
| 12242 | I mind me that of anguish sent, Some drifts were moved away Before my simple bosom broke,-- And why not this, if they? |
| 12242 | I reason that in heaven Somehow, it will be even, Some new equation given; But what of that? |
| 12242 | I reason, earth is short, And anguish absolute, And many hurt; But what of that? |
| 12242 | I reason, we could die: The best vitality Can not excel decay; But what of that? |
| 12242 | I say, as if this little flower To Eden wandered in-- What then? |
| 12242 | I think I wo n''t, however, It''s finer not to know; If summer were an axiom, What sorcery had snow? |
| 12242 | I wonder how the rich may feel,-- An Indiaman-- an Earl? |
| 12242 | I wonder if they bore it long, Or did it just begin? |
| 12242 | I would not break thee: Could''st credit me? |
| 12242 | If I should bribe the little bird, Who knows but she would tell? |
| 12242 | If it contain a kernel? |
| 12242 | If nature will not tell the tale Jehovah told to her, Can human nature not survive Without a listener? |
| 12242 | If the foolish call them''flowers,''Need the wiser tell? |
| 12242 | Is Heaven a physician? |
| 12242 | Is Heaven an exchequer? |
| 12242 | Is bliss, then, such abyss I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? |
| 12242 | Is it brought from famous countries Of which I have never heard? |
| 12242 | Is the east Afraid to trust the morn With her fastidious forehead? |
| 12242 | Is there such a thing as day? |
| 12242 | Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar, Where the storm is o''er? |
| 12242 | Might he know How conscious consciousness could grow, Till love that was, and love too blest to be, Meet-- and the junction be Eternity? |
| 12242 | My business,-- just a life I left, Was such still dwelling there? |
| 12242 | My feet kept drowsing, drowsing still, My fingers were awake; Yet why so little sound myself Unto my seeming make? |
| 12242 | My river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? |
| 12242 | Necromancer, landlord, Who are these below? |
| 12242 | Not any voice denotes it here, Or intimates it there; A spirit, how doth it accost? |
| 12242 | Not death; for who is he? |
| 12242 | Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door; Or has it feathers like a bird, Or billows like a shore? |
| 12242 | Of life? |
| 12242 | Of resurrection? |
| 12242 | Of whom am I afraid? |
| 12242 | Perhaps you''d like to buy a flower? |
| 12242 | Screams chanticleer,"Who''s there?" |
| 12242 | Soul, wilt thou toss again? |
| 12242 | Surfeit? |
| 12242 | Tabernacle or tomb, Or dome of worm, Or porch of gnome, Or some elf''s catacomb? |
| 12242 | That nobody might know But that the little figure Rocked softer, to and fro? |
| 12242 | The bone that has no marrow; What ultimate for that? |
| 12242 | The children of whose turbaned seas, Or what Circassian land? |
| 12242 | The heart I cherished in my own Till mine too heavy grew, Yet strangest, heavier since it went, Is it too large for you? |
| 12242 | The lily waiting to be we d, The bee, dost thou forget? |
| 12242 | The royal scar hast thou? |
| 12242 | The vane a little to the east Scares muslin souls away; If broadcloth breasts are firmer Than those of organdy, Who is to blame? |
| 12242 | The weaver? |
| 12242 | There''s plunder,-- where? |
| 12242 | They''d judge us-- how? |
| 12242 | This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? |
| 12242 | This, dost thou doubt, sweet? |
| 12242 | Thou stirrest earthquake in the South, And maelstrom in the sea; Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, Hast thou no arm for me? |
| 12242 | To know if he was patient, part content, Was dying as he thought, or different; Was it a pleasant day to die, And did the sunshine face his way? |
| 12242 | WHO? |
| 12242 | WHY? |
| 12242 | Was God so economical? |
| 12242 | Was bridal e''er like this? |
| 12242 | Was ever idleness like this? |
| 12242 | Was he afraid, or tranquil? |
| 12242 | Was it Goliath was too large, Or only I too small? |
| 12242 | Was it the mat winked, Or a nervous star? |
| 12242 | What customs hath the air? |
| 12242 | What if I burst the fleshly gate And pass, escaped, to thee? |
| 12242 | What if I file this mortal off, See where it hurt me,-- that''s enough,-- And wade in liberty? |
| 12242 | What if I say I shall not wait? |
| 12242 | What inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes? |
| 12242 | What right had fields to arbitrate In matters ratified? |
| 12242 | What was his furthest mind, of home, or God, Or what the distant say At news that he ceased human nature On such a day? |
| 12242 | What will the solemn hemlock, What will the fir- tree say? |
| 12242 | Where the maids? |
| 12242 | Wherefore, O summer''s day? |
| 12242 | Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists? |
| 12242 | Which, sir, are you, and which am I, Upon an August day? |
| 12242 | Who are you? |
| 12242 | Who built this little Alban house And shut the windows down so close My spirit can not see? |
| 12242 | Who is the landlord? |
| 12242 | Who knocks? |
| 12242 | Who knows? |
| 12242 | Who may expected be? |
| 12242 | Who never climbed the weary league-- Can such a foot explore The purple territories On Pizarro''s shore? |
| 12242 | Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? |
| 12242 | Who''ll let me out some gala day, With implements to fly away, Passing pomposity? |
| 12242 | Whose are the beds, the tiny beds So thick upon the plain?" |
| 12242 | Whose fingers string the stalactite, Who counts the wampum of the night, To see that none is due? |
| 12242 | Whose multitudes are these? |
| 12242 | Why swagger then? |
| 12242 | Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town? |
| 12242 | Will there really be a morning? |
| 12242 | Within a hut of stone To bask the centuries away Nor once look up for noon? |
| 12242 | Would not the jest Have crawled too far? |
| 12242 | You''ve seen balloons set, have n''t you? |
| 12242 | can you lift the hasps of steel? |
| 12242 | can you stir the awful rivet? |
| 12242 | sceptic Thomas, Now, do you doubt that your bird was true? |
| 12242 | shall I bloom?" |
| 12242 | which put the candle out? |