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 |
|---|---|
| 33792 | Are these thy breasts, are these thine eyes, these two Golden- bright flowers of harmonious hue? |
| 33792 | Are they the strands of thy smooth, glossy hair? |
| 33792 | Did he pass you so fleet,--Where, yon at the cross, the three hundred roads meet-- With distressfulness panting, and wailing with cold? |
| 33792 | Have you met him, the savage wind, do you remember? |
| 33792 | Our two glad souls are they, That pastime take, and stray Along the terraces and woodland grass? |
| 33792 | What are those forms that yonder slowly pass? |
| 45466 | AFTERNOON What matter for their fullest flower October days or April bright? |
| 45466 | Ah, say, from what deep distances unknown So many gleaming birds have come With wings sun- sown? |
| 45466 | And nothing, nothing is better than to feel Happy and limpid still-- after what years? |
| 45466 | And yet my heart says still with fervent stress: What matter that the years grow heavier? |
| 45466 | For love means exaltation''s ceaseless deeds; Oh you whose sweetness sweetens my proud heart, What need to weigh the pure gold of our dream? |
| 45466 | Hours of fragrant flowering, will you come again? |
| 45466 | What matters it if reason with its snows Falls chilling on such poignant ecstasy? |
| 45467 | In the forest do you hear the dead wood fall? |
| 45467 | What matter if their foliage be wan? |
| 45467 | What matter? |
| 45465 | A quiet vow or one of passion We sought to slay? |
| 45465 | II What tho''we see it break before us into flowers, This garden where we pass the clear and silent hours? |
| 45465 | Or ever prayer in silence heard, Whose dim, unuttered word We sought to stay? |
| 45465 | The rest with futile, listless touch? |
| 45465 | VII Oh, let it knock upon our door, That hand that taps with futile touch; We have our joy, the rest-- what can it offer more? |
| 45465 | What matters it that naught but tears, Our halting speech avail For that whose puissant beauty, as it nears, Doth make our two hearts quail? |
| 45465 | XIII Of what avail the hectic reasoning Of what we were and what we may attain? |
| 45465 | XXVIII Was there ever in us one caress, One joyous laugh, or tenderness We dared not strew before us on our way? |
| 45470 | And nothing, nothing is better than to feel thus, still happy and serene, after how many years? |
| 45470 | Do you hear the dead wood falling in the forest? |
| 45470 | Hours girt with blossom, will you ever return? |
| 45470 | O you whose gentleness bathes my proud heart, what need to weigh the pure gold of our dream? |
| 45470 | Was there a prayer heard in secret whose hands stretched out gently over our bosom we had not clasped? |
| 45470 | Was there one appeal, one purpose, one tranquil or violent desire whose pace we had not quickened? |
| 45470 | Who can say from what far- off and unknown distances so many new birds have come with sun on their wings? |
| 45470 | XXVIII Was there in us one fondness, one thought, one gladness, one promise that we had not sown before our footsteps? |
| 45470 | is it not indeed in us that grows the pleasantest and the gladdest garden in the world? |
| 45470 | let the passing hand knock with its futile fingers on the door; our hour is so unique, and the rest-- what matters the rest with its futile fingers? |
| 35524 | Et c''est l''esclavage, n''est- ce pas? 35524 Still, thou poor child, this childish fear of me? |
| 35524 | Where is the heavenly goddess,so they cry,"Whose loveliness can match thy perfect frame? |
| 35524 | A bright May morn is dawning in thy breast: Is it a phantom''s voice that soothes thy grief? |
| 35524 | ART THOU WAKING? |
| 35524 | After our outwatched nights and feverish brows, What do we know, save that we nothing know? |
| 35524 | Am I not like in this gloam a Cluster of fruit concealed By the leaves, and by nothing revealed, Save in the night its aroma? |
| 35524 | Am I stricken with terror? |
| 35524 | And He of those desolate hands, Who was my visitor grim? |
| 35524 | And open in the dewy, dustless air Its dainty chalice with blue petals, where The shade of bushes makes a shy retreat? |
| 35524 | And that the lilies of my valleys Are dewy with passion- balm That for his touching tarries? |
| 35524 | And these strange beams, That like a white and scintillant raiment drape His limbs in folds of light? |
| 35524 | And what young god, all sun and spring, can vie With all this freshness blent with tender flame?" |
| 35524 | Are thy tired spirit and thy parched mouth aching For the cooling, carnal draught of their caress? |
| 35524 | Art thou waking, my perfume sunny, My perfume of gilded bees, Art thou floating along the breeze, My perfume of sweet honey? |
| 35524 | But what a snow is this that trembling gleams Frail on his flank, and buries him in our sight? |
| 35524 | But what is this disgrace To me, the flesh of his flesh now and ever? |
| 35524 | Can they be worth the hymn To your ecstatic eyes of mine that swim? |
| 35524 | Come from what far sea- isles or pestilent parts? |
| 35524 | Come from what feverish or methodic marts? |
| 35524 | Comes he from seas afar, Where islands are? |
| 35524 | Comes the expected dawn in opal veil? |
| 35524 | Did he, a weak, frail enemy advance Before the One who strikes, and wills us prone? |
| 35524 | Does he feel I am straining my arms? |
| 35524 | Does he know, now the hour is dim, That I am half opening my hair, Does he know that it scents the air, Does its odour reach to him? |
| 35524 | Does some one wait for you there? |
| 35524 | Does the unquiet night allegiance show thee? |
| 35524 | Does thy heart, Tasso, burn for thy Princess? |
| 35524 | Hast thou not seen, force without end, immortal rhythm and rhyme, Desire impelling me beyond the bounds of Time?" |
| 35524 | Hath not this evening that old loveliness? |
| 35524 | He sails to what pale daughters, To what horizons dim? |
| 35524 | He sings, he comes we know not whence; What would he have from us? |
| 35524 | His hatreds? |
| 35524 | Horizons? |
| 35524 | Horizons? |
| 35524 | Horizons? |
| 35524 | Horizons? |
| 35524 | How many more have flowed? |
| 35524 | In the hush of the gloam, when my feet Roam through the rich garden- closes, Dost thou tell I am coming, thou smell Of my lilacs, and my warm roses? |
| 35524 | Into a flower? |
| 35524 | Into a stone? |
| 35524 | Into the earth? |
| 35524 | Into the sea? |
| 35524 | Into us? |
| 35524 | Is it an unseen angel''s touch? |
| 35524 | Is it this which is to thee most dear? |
| 35524 | Is it to any one among you known Whence comes this adolescent, white Traveller, who has halted with us in the night? |
| 35524 | Now in this April morning, sweet With folded shadows and doves cooing, The dear child with her shy conceit What is she busy doing? |
| 35524 | One scarce can see, take care-- Where are you wending, where are you wending? |
| 35524 | Or a sister shelling peas at the bed''s foot of an incurable? |
| 35524 | Or from unkempt Forests, or from sterile plains, Whose vastness never any man has dreamt? |
| 35524 | Or is your gathering gloaming Indifference alone? |
| 35524 | Or were there monsters to be overthrown, Some day of courage blind, pierced with his lance, And then his wing grazed Death? |
| 35524 | Out come the men: What ho? |
| 35524 | Poor eyes, you lamps that are failing, How little remains of your glow? |
| 35524 | Say you that I am vain? |
| 35524 | Shall not our love be like the violet, Sweet? |
| 35524 | She had three diadems of gold, To whom did she give them? |
| 35524 | She? |
| 35524 | That storm the almanac announces, Where is it? |
| 35524 | Their fatherland? |
| 35524 | Thy forehead furrowed by sad memory, Are these a shadow''s hands that on it rest? |
| 35524 | Une fleur au soleil se penche.... N''est ce pas un cygne enchanté? |
| 35524 | WHAT USE IS SPEECH? |
| 35524 | Was it a vain dream? |
| 35524 | What boots? |
| 35524 | What is the fatherland to yokels? |
| 35524 | What matter if I let the fervour seize My quivering soul? |
| 35524 | What matter? |
| 35524 | What of the few, chance tears they have prevented? |
| 35524 | What use is action? |
| 35524 | What use is speech, what use is it to say Words that without an echo die away, And only leave vain sadness after? |
| 35524 | When will the tempest come? |
| 35524 | Whence did the stranger unto us descend? |
| 35524 | Where are you wending, where are you wending? |
| 35524 | Where? |
| 35524 | Who can see? |
| 35524 | Who has unloosened my tresses, As through the dark places I came? |
| 35524 | Who is this child thus dawning on our sight? |
| 35524 | Who knows? |
| 35524 | Who was it hushed our voices? |
| 35524 | Why does a brother''s voice console not brother? |
| 35524 | Why in the dark do they not hail each other? |
| 35524 | Why is my heart so chill Under these skies overcast, In these winters that last and last, These winters calm and still? |
| 35524 | Why should we madly follow fugitive Inclement pride and crumbling hopes Along the precipices of the heavy night, That swallows up all ruined light? |
| 35524 | X. I have sought for thirty years, my sisters, Where hides he ever? |
| 35524 | à soi- même entr''ouvert: N''est- ce pas qu''y ruisselle au front morne une mitre? |