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 |
|---|---|
| 40440 | Thou, paid by the World,--what dost thou owe Me? |
| 40440 | ***** Did young people take their pleasure when the sea was warm in May? |
| 40440 | ***** Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? |
| 40440 | --"Did I stop them, when a million seemed so few?" |
| 40440 | And what is our failure here but a triumph''s evidence For the fulness of the days? |
| 40440 | And you?" |
| 40440 | At any rate''tis easy, all of it, No sketches first, no studies, that''s long past-- I do what many dream of all their lives--Dream? |
| 40440 | Balls and masks begun at midnight, burning ever to mid- day, When they made up fresh adventures for the morrow, do you say? |
| 40440 | Balls and masks begun at midnight, burning ever to mid- day, When they made up fresh adventures for the morrow, do you say? |
| 40440 | Did young people take their pleasure when the sea was warm in May? |
| 40440 | Have we withered or agonized? |
| 40440 | Only one minute more to- night with me? |
| 40440 | She had A heart... how shall I say? |
| 40440 | Those lesser thirds so plaintive, sixths diminished, sigh on sigh, Told them something? |
| 40440 | Those suspensions, those solutions--"Must we die?" |
| 40440 | We were fellow- mortals, nought beside? |
| 40440 | What further may be sought for or declared? |
| 40440 | What, they lived 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? |
| 40440 | What? |
| 40440 | Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? |
| 40440 | Why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized? |
| 40440 | Will''t please you sit and look at her? |
| 40440 | Will''t please you sit and look at her? |
| 13342 | Canst thou play with him as with a bird, canst thou bind him for thy maidens? |
| 13342 | Do you care for nature much? |
| 13342 | Another lady who did not know him, and therefore disliked him, asked after a dinner party,"Who was that too- exuberant financier?" |
| 13342 | But Browning might simply be describing the material incident of the man being knocked downstairs, and his description would run:--"What then? |
| 13342 | Can it be? |
| 13342 | Do I carry the moon in my pocket?" |
| 13342 | Do grey skies and wastes covered with thistles mean nothing? |
| 13342 | Do the people who call one of Browning''s poems scientific in its analysis realise the meaning of what they say? |
| 13342 | Does an old horse turned out to graze mean nothing? |
| 13342 | Does the earth mean nothing? |
| 13342 | For what is the state of affairs? |
| 13342 | How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae fu''of care? |
| 13342 | If a man had gone up to Browning and asked him with all the solemnity of the eccentric,"Do you think life is worth living?" |
| 13342 | If his grandfather had been a Swede, should we not have said that the old sea- roving blood broke out in bold speculation and insatiable travel? |
| 13342 | Is that plain?" |
| 13342 | It is really true that such a line as"Irks fear the crop- full bird, frets doubt the maw- crammed beast?" |
| 13342 | Now what, as a matter of fact, is the outline and development of the poem of"Sludge"? |
| 13342 | The only genuine answer to this is,"What does anything mean?" |
| 13342 | The question now arises, therefore, what was his conception of his functions as an artist? |
| 13342 | What art can wash her guilt away?" |
| 13342 | What do you really say to dashing down a plate on the floor when you do n''t like what''s on it? |
| 13342 | What made those holes and rents In the dock''s harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to baulk All hope of greenness? |
| 13342 | What poet was ever so magnificently lucid? |
| 13342 | What poet was ever vainer than Byron? |
| 13342 | What porridge had John Keats?" |
| 13342 | What porridge had John Keats?" |
| 13342 | Whence came this extraordinary theory that a man is always speaking most truly when he is speaking most coarsely? |
| 13342 | Who fished the murex up? |
| 13342 | Will you believe me, though? |
| 13342 | to be able to ask impudently of them now? |
| 13088 | Fear Death? 13088 For whom is it in the last analysis that you legislate? |
| 13088 | Is it even so? |
| 13088 | Is it not so much death? |
| 13088 | Is that music, after all,one may ask,"which leaves so much to the performer, and is that poetry, after all, which leaves so much to the reader?" |
| 13088 | Say not so,Cried I when I again could find my breath, For I had seen the whiteness of his face,"How shall I come if thee it frighteneth?" |
| 13088 | Thou dost not seek to know What spirits are these thou seest? |
| 13088 | Thou who dost honor science and love art, Pray who are these, whose potent dignity Doth eminently set them thus apart? |
| 13088 | To what end is all this beneficence, all this conscience, all this theory? |
| 13088 | And how dare any one, if he could, pluck away the coulisses, stage effects and ceremonies by which they live? |
| 13088 | And what kind of a man was Stevenson? |
| 13088 | Do the thoughts and phrases which float about in it have a meaning which bears any relation to the meaning they bear in the language of thinkers? |
| 13088 | Does all the patriotic talk, the talk about the United States and its future, have any significance as patriotism? |
| 13088 | Does any one believe that the passion of the American people for learning and for antiquity is a slight and accidental thing? |
| 13088 | Does any one believe that the taste for imitation old furniture is a pose? |
| 13088 | Does it not tend to close the avenues between the soul and the universe? |
| 13088 | Does it poetically represent the state of feeling of any class of American citizens towards their country? |
| 13088 | For what is so useful, so educational, so inspiring, to a timid and conservative man, as to do something inconsistent and regrettable? |
| 13088 | He himself regards his work as a toy; and how can we do otherwise? |
| 13088 | Here is Alcott by my door,--yet is the union more profound? |
| 13088 | His own words give us a picture of him during that ride:--"What said my man when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode?" |
| 13088 | His prologue and overture are excellent, but where is the argument? |
| 13088 | In the succeeding verses we are lapped into a charming reverie, and then at the end suddenly jolted by the question,"What is it all about?" |
| 13088 | Is it a wonder that this man was venerated with an almost superstitious regard in Italy, and in the sixteenth century? |
| 13088 | Is it individualism of any statable kind? |
| 13088 | Or would you find the nearest equivalent to this emotion in the breast of the educated tramp of France, or Germany, or England? |
| 13088 | The traveller as he passeth through these deserts asketh of her''who builded them?'' |
| 13088 | Their natures were electrically repellent, but from which did the greater force radiate? |
| 13088 | This perpetual splitting up of love into two species, one of which is condemned, but admitted to be useful-- is it not degrading? |
| 13088 | Thy false uncle-- Dost thou attend me?" |
| 13088 | What are these thoughts?" |
| 13088 | What difference does it make whether a man who can talk like this is following an argument or not? |
| 13088 | What is he that he should resist their will, and think or act for himself? |
| 13088 | What is natural asceticism but a lack of vigor? |
| 13088 | What is the one end which all means go to effect? |
| 13088 | What is the right use? |
| 13088 | What is there in these figures that they leave us so awestruck, that they seem so like the sound of trumpets blowing from a spiritual world? |
| 13088 | What matter if Æsop appear a little too much like an American citizen, so long as his points tell? |
| 13088 | Where is the substantial artistic content that shall feed our souls? |
| 13088 | Why is it that we refuse to judge him by his own utterances? |
| 13088 | _ How came he there_? |
| 14618 | All was sure, Fire laid and cauldron set, the obscene ring traced, The victim stripped and prostrate: what of God? 14618 As the language of passion resenting death and this life''s woeful incompleteness? |
| 14618 | He said,''What''s time? 14618 How are we to take it?" |
| 14618 | Is Mr Browning an American? |
| 14618 | Is it possible that you ask me that? |
| 14618 | Wanting is-- what? |
| 14618 | Where are the Christians in their panoply? 14618 And who else would have thought of saying thatthe fields look_ rough_ with hoary dew"? |
| 14618 | Another smile? |
| 14618 | But is life to be therefore only a struggle to escape from the shackles of the body? |
| 14618 | But when all joy was tasted, what then? |
| 14618 | Dear dead women, with such hair too-- what''s become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? |
| 14618 | Did Shakespeare? |
| 14618 | For in this brilliantly original"dramatic monologue"Caliban-- the"savage man"--appears"mooting the point''What is God?''" |
| 14618 | Frets doubt the maw- crammed beast?" |
| 14618 | His patron jocularly charged him with playing truant in Church all day long:--"''Are you turning Molinist?'' |
| 14618 | I answered quick:''Sir, what if I turned Christian? |
| 14618 | If you would sit thus by me every night I should work better, do you comprehend? |
| 14618 | In the original he merely enters as the chorus end their song, addressing them with the simple inquiry,"Friends, is Admetos haply within?" |
| 14618 | Is freedom only won by death? |
| 14618 | The loins we girt about with truth, the breasts Righteousness plated round, the shield of faith?... |
| 14618 | The sudden catastrophe at the close("What, what? |
| 14618 | They may, nevertheless, be wrong; but what, then, is meant by the coming of the guard, and the throwing open of the doors? |
| 14618 | Those lesser thirds so plaintive, sixths diminished, sigh on sigh, Told them something? |
| 14618 | Those suspensions, those solutions--''Must we die?'' |
| 14618 | Was Caponsacchi blind? |
| 14618 | Was our outrage sore? |
| 14618 | What was Browning''s judgment upon Sordello? |
| 14618 | What was it in this rather sordid tale that arrested him? |
| 14618 | What, then, in the vast multifarious field of soul- life were the points of special attraction for Browning? |
| 14618 | Which wins-- Earth''s poet or the Heavenly Muse? |
| 14618 | You knew not? |
| 14618 | of N.B._]"Who were the stragglers, what war did they wage; Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank Soil to a plash?" |
| 14618 | or as a prevision of the soul in a moment of intensest life?" |
| 14618 | think, Abib; dost thou think? |
| 14476 | And where i''the world is all this wonder, you detail so trippingly, espied? 14476 Et vous avez fait des livres?" |
| 14476 | How do I love thee? 14476 How should externals satisfy my soul?" |
| 14476 | Voulez- vous m''en donner un, afin que je puisse me ressouvenir de vous? |
| 14476 | 107 What is Art? |
| 14476 | A friend sends me the following paragraph from a Scottish paper:--"What of the Scottish Brownings? |
| 14476 | Again, in point of art, what significance has this? |
| 14476 | Also herself said I had saved her: do you dare say she spoke false? |
| 14476 | Among them all, are there any more treasurable than two of the simplest,"Home Thoughts from Abroad"and"Night and Morning"? |
| 14476 | As for Italy, who of all our truest poets has not loved her: but who has worshipped her with so manly a passion, so loyal a love, as Browning? |
| 14476 | But as it is, in all its lordly poetic strength and flagging impulse, is it not, after all, the true climacteric of Browning''s genius? |
| 14476 | But is it a work of art? |
| 14476 | But is this Epilogue necessary? |
| 14476 | But, to keep to the simile, has this epical poem the unity of ocean? |
| 14476 | Can one read and ever forget the lines giving the gay Italian rhyme, with the boy''s picturesquely childish prose- accompaniment? |
| 14476 | Costs it more pain than this, ye call A''great event,''should come to pass, Than that? |
| 14476 | Do you hear that? |
| 14476 | How can one explain paradoxes? |
| 14476 | In the pressure of life can we afford much time to anything but the very best-- nay, to the vast mass even of that which closely impinges thereupon? |
| 14476 | Is Browning Dramatic? |
| 14476 | Jocoseria 1883 Wanting is-- What? |
| 14476 | Letter to Laman Blanchard[? |
| 14476 | Lines.--"Still ailing, wind? |
| 14476 | MY BELOVED ALMA,--I had the honour yesterday of dining with the Shah, whereupon the following dialogue:--"Vous êtes poëte?" |
| 14476 | Might not the poet be related to these Scottish Brownings?" |
| 14476 | Pardon? |
| 14476 | Quoth a young Sadducee,--''Reader of many rolls, Is it so certain we Have, as they tell us, souls?'' |
| 14476 | Surely the close should have come with the words just quoted? |
| 14476 | Surely the poem must be judged by the balance of its success and failure? |
| 14476 | The song in"Pippa Passes,"beginning"A King lived long ago,"was one of these; and the lyric,"Still ailing, wind? |
| 14476 | Their first meeting was speedily followed by a second-- by a third-- and then? |
| 14476 | This superb phalanx of faith-- what shall prevail against it? |
| 14476 | To that new star in Orion: or whirled to remote silences in the trail of lost meteors? |
| 14476 | Truth may ring regnant in the lines of Abt Vogler--"And what is our failure here but a triumph''s evidence For the fulness of the days?" |
| 14476 | WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT A MAN? |
| 14476 | WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT A MAN? |
| 14476 | WHAT TO DO? |
| 14476 | What do you say to a drama on Strafford?" |
| 14476 | What further may be sought for or declared?" |
| 14476 | What would even that indomitable student have said to the above quotation, and to the poem whence it comes? |
| 14476 | Whence, and for how long, will its rays reach our storm and gloom- beleaguered earth? |
| 14476 | Where is the thread now? |
| 14476 | Where then is the full splendour and rush of the tide, where its culminating reach and power? |
| 14476 | Which? |
| 14476 | Whither has it gone? |
| 14476 | Who has not been moved by the tragic grandeur of the verse, as well as by the dramatic intensity of the episode of the lovers''"crowning night"? |
| 14476 | Who has not known what Jakob Boehme calls"the shudder of a divine excitement"when Luca''s murderer replies to his paramour,"morning? |
| 14476 | Who spoke?" |
| 14476 | Who would not honour this mighty dead? |
| 14476 | Why not in Ireland? |
| 14476 | Why should there not be a settling day in the universe, as when a master settles with his workmen at the end of the week?'' |
| 14476 | Why should we not change like everything else? |
| 14476 | Why''small''? |
| 14476 | Will"Fifine"and poems of its kind stand re- reading, re- perusal over and over? |
| 14476 | Wilt be appeased or no?" |
| 14476 | Wilt be appeased or no?" |
| 14476 | With a simplicity equal to the occasion, the poet contented himself with replying,"Shall it be historical and English? |
| 14476 | [ Brighton? |
| 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?'' |
| 38874 | ''Did n''t you write a novel?'' 38874 ''How do you know?'' |
| 38874 | Enough: for you doubt, you hope, O men, You fear, you agonize, die: what then? 38874 Have you no assurance that, earth at end, Wrong will prove right? |
| 38874 | Is this so sweet that one were fain to follow? 38874 What is our failure here but a triumph''s evidence of the fulness of the days?" |
| 38874 | When see? 38874 And what were some of these measures? 38874 And where is there in any poet''s work a more vivid bit of tragedy thanA Forgiveness?" |
| 38874 | And would n''t he give back Bologna to the Pope?... |
| 38874 | Are you angry? |
| 38874 | Are you free? |
| 38874 | As the man in"Half Rome"says,"Facts are facts and lie not, and the question,''How came that purse the poke o''you?'' |
| 38874 | Busy thee with unearthing root? |
| 38874 | But after all this investigating on the part of the evolutionist what has been gained? |
| 38874 | But where is the Broad Church now? |
| 38874 | But why, it might very well be asked, did Browning, if he intended to make another Prometheus, choose Ixion for his theme? |
| 38874 | Do we not see a living portrait of the two poets in the lyric"So the head aches and the limbs are faint?" |
| 38874 | Dodington did not know the secret, but according to Browning Disraeli did, and what is the secret? |
| 38874 | Does his practical influence upon the social development of the century amount to nothing then? |
| 38874 | Have we not watched for a year while every saddle of iniquity has been tried on the Napoleonic back, and nothing fitted? |
| 38874 | Having proved in this way that good really grows out of evil, there is still the query, shall evil be encouraged in order that good may be evolved? |
| 38874 | I cry now,''Urgest thou,_ for I am shrewd And smile at stories how John''s word could cure-- Repeat that miracle and take my faith_?'' |
| 38874 | If you are bound-- in marriage, say-- why, still, Still, sure, there''s something for a friend to do, Outside? |
| 38874 | In life''s mere minute, with power to use the proof, Leave knowledge and revert to how it sprung? |
| 38874 | Is an end to your life''s work out of ken? |
| 38874 | Is it only in such a land as this that we realize the true power of emotion? |
| 38874 | Is not this the opportunism of both a Browning and a Gladstone? |
| 38874 | Is there any indication in his later work that he was conscious of it? |
| 38874 | Is there anything the majority of mankind loves more than a laugh? |
| 38874 | It is entirely the fault of Zeus that he had sinned; and having done so will external torture make him repent any more who has repented already? |
| 38874 | It is when he confronts Strafford at the last:"Have I done well? |
| 38874 | Let the visible go to the dogs-- what matters?" |
| 38874 | Like the psalmist, he exclaims,"Who by searching can find out God?" |
| 38874 | Nay, to me, forgotten, reft Of insight, lapped by trees and flowers, was left The notion of a service-- ha? |
| 38874 | Prove them facts? |
| 38874 | Rossetti writes"Lovesight":"When do I see thee most, beloved one? |
| 38874 | Sleepless; and ye too, when shall ye, too sleep? |
| 38874 | So I feel now, at least: some day, who knows? |
| 38874 | The guide wherewith men climb to things above? |
| 38874 | The point is, if, as Ferishtah declares, the sinner is not to be punished eternally, then why should man trouble himself to punish him? |
| 38874 | Then fierce outbroke,-- Knowledge, the child of pain shall we revoke? |
| 38874 | Therefore,"To cries of Greek art and what more wish you?" |
| 38874 | They seem Dead-- do they? |
| 38874 | This may seem to be putting it rather too strongly, but is it not true? |
| 38874 | Was he ever going away with his army, and had n''t he occupied houses in Genoa with an intention of bombarding the city? |
| 38874 | Was n''t he to crush Piedmontese institutions like so many eggshells? |
| 38874 | Was this mortal combat to end in the annihilation of either, or would this, too, end in a compromise leading to harmony? |
| 38874 | Went the feast ever cheerfuller? |
| 38874 | Were not Cipriani, Farini and other patriots his''mere creatures''in treacherous correspondence with the Tuileries''doing his dirty work''?" |
| 38874 | What atom of a heart do I retain Not all yours? |
| 38874 | What care Through me or thee?" |
| 38874 | What care? |
| 38874 | What could they do to help themselves? |
| 38874 | What if there remained A cause, intact, distinct from these, ordained For me its true discoverer?" |
| 38874 | What lured Me here, what mighty aim was I assured Must move Taurello? |
| 38874 | What must be the inevitable result of arriving at such a conclusion? |
| 38874 | What particle of pain beyond the pact He made with his eyes wide open, long ago-- Made and was, if not glad, content to make? |
| 38874 | What then is the conclusion forced upon this English religious conscience? |
| 38874 | What use of swells and falls From Levites''choir, Priests''cries, and trumpet calls? |
| 38874 | What was new In this announcement that his wife must die? |
| 38874 | What was the best Greece babbled of as truth? |
| 38874 | What were life Did soul stand still therein, forego her strife Through the ambiguous Present to the goal Of some all- reconciling Future? |
| 38874 | When in the light the spirits of mine eyes Before thy face, their altar, solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known? |
| 38874 | When we ask, where is Browning in all this diversity of theological opinion? |
| 38874 | Where then did Euripides find these splendid women of force and character? |
| 38874 | Who made shall mend In the higher sphere to which yearnings tend?" |
| 38874 | Why not rather a composite of both Shelley and Keats, the poet of love and the poet of beauty? |
| 38874 | Why not? |
| 38874 | Why should the people have risen against me? |
| 38874 | Why? |
| 38874 | Why? |
| 38874 | Wouldst thou improve this to re- prove the proved? |
| 38874 | Yet Browning solves it, for is it not through the combat with this evil that the soul is given its real opportunity for development? |
| 38874 | lapsed things lost in limbo? |
| 38874 | or lazily floating in a lotus land with Tennyson, perhaps, among the meadows of the Musketaquid, in canoes with silken cushions? |
| 30671 | ... Mrs. Bloomfield Moore passed through London some three weeks ago, and at once wrote to me about what pictures of Robert''s might be visible? 30671 A man''s grasp should exceed his reach, Or what''s a heaven for?" |
| 30671 | And after all that has been said and mused upon the anxiety experienced by the true artist,--is not the good immeasurably greater than the evil? 30671 Can I tell you anything about my journey except that it was so agreeable an one? |
| 30671 | Come and look in our faces, and learn us more by heart, and see whether we are not two friends? |
| 30671 | Did Dr. Johnson in his paradise in Fleet Street love the pavements and the walls? |
| 30671 | Do you know Tennyson? |
| 30671 | Do you see this Ring? 30671 Et vous avez fait des livres?" |
| 30671 | I could n''t turn around and say,''Well, and why do n''t you praise him, who is worth twenty of me?'' 30671 Is it true,"she asks,"that I know so little of you? |
| 30671 | Plusieurs livres? |
| 30671 | Voulez- vous m''en faire le cadeau d''un de vos livres afin que je puisse me ressouvenir de vous? |
| 30671 | What would we give to our beloved? 30671 Which of you did I enable Once to slip inside my breast, There to catalogue and label What I like least, what love best?" |
| 30671 | Why this extravagance? |
| 30671 | _ You turn your face, but does it bring your heart?_Andrea del Sarto.] |
| 30671 | ''Did Mrs. Browning read Hebrew?'' |
| 30671 | ''What is a siege, and what is Troy?'' |
| 30671 | ''What, are you English?'' |
| 30671 | ''Why, who can you be?'' |
| 30671 | ''_ Si l''âme est immortelle,__ L''amour ne l''est- il- pas?_''Extending_ l''amour_ into all love of the ideal, and attendant power of idealizing.... |
| 30671 | ( Are the two more than half synonymous?) |
| 30671 | A few days after the supper Macready records in his diary receiving a note from Browning and adds:"What can I say upon it? |
| 30671 | A man of genius mistreats his wife; well, take away the genius,--does he so instantly improve?" |
| 30671 | A mere change of circumstances,--what more? |
| 30671 | And did he go to Chelsea, and hear the divine philosophy? |
| 30671 | And how near these spirits are, how conscious of us, how full of active energy, of tender reminiscence and interest in us? |
| 30671 | And how, indeed, could any one who has watched the loveliness of a Florentine springtime ever escape its haunting spell? |
| 30671 | And is it true that the productions of an artist do not partake of his real nature? |
| 30671 | And is not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it?" |
| 30671 | And my sister, not one word of her? |
| 30671 | And referring to a passage relating to Prometheus she asks:"And tell me, if Æschylus is not the divinest of all the divine Greek souls?" |
| 30671 | And she writes:"Shall we go to Greece, then, Robert? |
| 30671 | And the questioning,--"How do I love thee? |
| 30671 | And what think you it was? |
| 30671 | And wherefore out? |
| 30671 | And whether it would be well to so arrange that they should not take duplicates? |
| 30671 | As to which expression in art was the more his métier,_ chi lo sa_? |
| 30671 | But grumbling is a vile thing, and we should all thank God for our measures of life, and think them enough.... Like to write? |
| 30671 | But if you want to know any more,"he continued, with a twinkle in his eye,"you had better ask the Browning Society,--you have heard of it, perhaps?" |
| 30671 | But what will Venice be without you next year, if we return there as we hope to do? |
| 30671 | CHAPTER IV 1833- 1841"O Life, O Beyond,_ Art_ thou fair,_ art_ thou sweet?" |
| 30671 | DEAR MISS FIELD,--Do you really care to have the little photograph? |
| 30671 | Did Browning mean this poem to be an_ apologia_ for illegal love? |
| 30671 | Did anybody ever love poetry and stop in the middle? |
| 30671 | Did he, perchance in dreams, catch something of"the rustling of her vesture"that influenced his mind to the change? |
| 30671 | Do you remember how she, with her sister, walked before us on our way homeward from the Piazza on nearly our last evening? |
| 30671 | For why? |
| 30671 | Have I done wrong? |
| 30671 | Here are your dear labors of love,--the letters and enclosures, and here is my first day of leisure this long fortnight, for, would you believe it? |
| 30671 | How did you find out, beside, the meaning of all these puzzling passages which I quote in the exact words of the poem? |
| 30671 | How much earthly ballast must it carry to keep it sufficiently steady, and how little, that it may not be weighed down with materialistic heaviness?" |
| 30671 | I met him at Lord Roseberry''s, and before dinner was presented to him, when he asked me in French:_"Êtes- vous poëte?" |
| 30671 | I wonder if any one ever could?... |
| 30671 | I wonder if he has turned to it now?'' |
| 30671 | If Florence is too far off, is there any other place where we could meet and arrange for the future?" |
| 30671 | If in the lines following there is a hint of sadness, who can blame him? |
| 30671 | Malcolm?'' |
| 30671 | May I beg that Mrs. Tennyson will kindly remember me? |
| 30671 | May I count on the"paix"where I so much enjoyed it? |
| 30671 | May the stay be with you as heretofore? |
| 30671 | Mercy every way Is infinite,--and who can say?" |
| 30671 | Now how do you suppose it is faring with us? |
| 30671 | Now write to me, tell me all you are about to do; how is dear Edith?... |
| 30671 | Now, thank you for what? |
| 30671 | O Tuscany, O Dante''s Florence, is the type too plain?" |
| 30671 | Oh, the soul keeps its youth*****"''Twixt the heavens and the earth_ can_ a poet despond? |
| 30671 | One wonders as to whom"the American Corinna, in yellow silk,"in London, that season, could have been? |
| 30671 | P. S.... What do you mean by pretending that we are not the obliged, the grateful people? |
| 30671 | Presently he said,''Can I offer you an English paper?'' |
| 30671 | Princess Montenegro sent me by way of a New Year''s card,--what do you think? |
| 30671 | Recovering myself, I said to the interpreter:"To what am I indebted for this great honor?" |
| 30671 | Shall I ever see you there in no dream? |
| 30671 | Shall you be again induced to visit us? |
| 30671 | She confesses how deeply she is affected by his words,"but what could I speak,"she questions,"that would not be unjust to you?... |
| 30671 | So, O Story, O Emelyn,( dare I say, for the solemnity''s sake?) |
| 30671 | The Hills of Piers Plowman''s Visions? |
| 30671 | The present by the future, what is that? |
| 30671 | The question that she voiced in later years, in"Aurora Leigh,"--"My own best poets, am I one with you, That thus I love you,--or but one through love? |
| 30671 | The thought appealed to the poet, who replied:"Shall it be historical and English? |
| 30671 | Third comes Alfred Tennyson.... By- the- bye, did you ever happen upon Browning''s''Pauline''? |
| 30671 | To his hostess the poet wrote, under date of DeVere Gardens, December 15, 1888: DEAREST FRIEND,--I may just say that and no more; for what can I say? |
| 30671 | Well, you can bear with the talking about them you shall undergo, for we two understand each other, do n''t we? |
| 30671 | Were it elephant folio( is there such a size?) |
| 30671 | What could I give you which it would not be ungenerous to give?" |
| 30671 | What do you say to''Strafford''for a subject?" |
| 30671 | What good in our loving each other unless I do such a thing? |
| 30671 | When Browning asks:"And what is our failure here but a triumph''s evidence For the fullness of the days?..." |
| 30671 | When I was five years old, I asked him once''What do you read about?'' |
| 30671 | Where is the"wisdom of the serpent"? |
| 30671 | Who can the third be? |
| 30671 | Who shall dare to doubt? |
| 30671 | Why should this be? |
| 30671 | Why should we go back to the antique moulds? |
| 30671 | Why should we not see Athens, and Egypt, too, and float down the mystical Nile, and stand in the shadow of the Pyramids? |
| 30671 | Why talk of age,"she would say,"when we are all young in soul and heart?... |
| 30671 | Why, what is it to live? |
| 30671 | Will you smile on him when he calls on you? |
| 30671 | Women who dress''suitably to their years''( that is, as hideously as possible) are a disgrace to their sex, are n''t they now?" |
| 30671 | You persist, do you? |
| 30671 | You will take my corrections( infinitesimal, this time) for what they are worth, and continue to send me what you write, will you not? |
| 30671 | Your( Fox''s) sketch( engraved chalk portrait) of me?'' |
| 30671 | for his father''s sake, who is anxious about the scheme''s success? |
| 30671 | if you gave it to me and I put my whole heart into it, what should I put in but anxiety, and more sadness than you were born to? |
| 30671 | she asks,"that is, with a face to face knowledge? |
| 13561 | Ah, but a man''s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what''s a heaven for? 13561 Are they perfect of lineament, perfect of stature? |
| 13561 | But if his heart had prompted to break loose And mar the measure? 13561 Do I find love so full in my nature, God''s ultimate gift, That I doubt His own love can compete with it? |
| 13561 | Does law so analyzed coerce you much? |
| 13561 | Evidences of Christianity? |
| 13561 | Have I knowledge? 13561 Have you found your life distasteful? |
| 13561 | 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? 13561 I felt quite sure that God had set Himself to Satan; who would spend A minute''s mistrust on the end? |
| 13561 | If God be for us, who can be against us? |
| 13561 | Is not God now i''the world His power first made? 13561 Is this thy final choice? |
| 13561 | Say not ye, there are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? 13561 Sinning, sorrowing, despairing, Body- ruined, spirit- wrecked-- Should I give my woes an airing,-- Where''s one plague that claims respect? |
| 13561 | Then why not witness, calmly gazing, If earth holds aught-- speak truth-- above her? 13561 What Act of Legislature was there that_ thou_ shouldst be Happy? |
| 13561 | What gift of man is not from God descended? |
| 13561 | What were life Did soul stand still therein, forego her strife Through the ambiguous Present to the goal Of some all- reconciling Future? 13561 What''s time? |
| 13561 | When see? 13561 Wherefore should any evil hap to man-- From ache of flesh to agony of soul-- Since God''s All- mercy mates All- potency? |
| 13561 | Who is not acute enough,asks Hegel,"to see a great deal in his surroundings which is really far from being what it ought to be?" |
| 13561 | Why callest thou Me good? 13561 Why is it I dare Think but lightly of such impuissance? |
| 13561 | Why live, Except for love-- how love, unless they know? 13561 Why should I speak? |
| 13561 | Will of man create? 13561 With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart,"said Wordsworth;"Did Shakespeare?" |
| 13561 | [ A]Divorced from matter,"asks Professor Tyndall,"where is life to be found? |
| 13561 | ''Red as grass''he contradicts me: which employs the proper term? |
| 13561 | *****"Would I suffer for him that I love? |
| 13561 | After reading him, it is impossible for any one who reflects on the nature of duty to ask,"Am I my brother''s keeper?" |
| 13561 | All is beauty: And knowing this is love, and love is duty, What further may be sought for or declared?" |
| 13561 | And how is this interpretation achieved? |
| 13561 | And what kind of action remains possible to a"speck on the illimitable ocean, borne this way and that way by its deep- swelling tides"? |
| 13561 | Are not good and evil relative? |
| 13561 | Are the sciences independent of each other, or is their independence only surface appearance? |
| 13561 | Are they creations of a powerful imagination, and nothing more? |
| 13561 | But how fools, when they can have such a task? |
| 13561 | But what is this"ought- to- be,"which has such potency in it that all things confronted with it lose their worth? |
| 13561 | But what of its moral consequences? |
| 13561 | But whence comes the ought itself, the ideal which condemns us? |
| 13561 | But, if so, why do we admire her sweet pre- eminence in moral beauty, and in what is she really better than Ottima? |
| 13561 | Can anything avail in this region except explicit demonstration? |
| 13561 | Can goodness be anything but the law of a self- conscious being? |
| 13561 | Can he teach others how to quit themselves, Show why this step was right while that were wrong? |
| 13561 | Can it be that nature is an"open secret,"but that man, and he alone, must remain an enigma? |
| 13561 | Can love, or emotion in any of its forms, reveal truths to man which his intellect can not discover? |
| 13561 | Can we not digest without a theory of peptics, or do justice without constructing an ideal state? |
| 13561 | Can we not, therefore, conclude that the real world is independent of thought, and that it exists without relation to it? |
| 13561 | Clouds obscure-- But for which obscuration all were bright? |
| 13561 | Could any one maintain, apart from the intoxication of religious and poetic sentiment, that the essence of existence is love? |
| 13561 | Do I stand and stare? |
| 13561 | Do I stoop? |
| 13561 | Do your joys with age diminish? |
| 13561 | Does human knowledge fail, as the poet considers it to fail? |
| 13561 | For what is beauty but the harmony of thought and sense, a universal meaning caught and tamed in the particular? |
| 13561 | For what is religion but a conscious identification of the self with One who is known to fulfil its needs and satisfy its aspirations? |
| 13561 | For who can be responsible for what he did not will? |
| 13561 | For, it is argued, what good can arise from the analysis of our working ideas? |
| 13561 | God''s gift was that man shall conceive of truth And yearn to gain it, catching at mistake, As midway help till he reach fact indeed? |
| 13561 | Have I forethought? |
| 13561 | Here, the creature surpass the Creator,--the end what Began? |
| 13561 | Here, the parts shift? |
| 13561 | How can good, the good which is highest, find itself, and give utterance and actuality to the power that slumbers within it, except as resisting evil? |
| 13561 | How can man love but what he yearns to help? |
| 13561 | How can man love but what he yearns to help? |
| 13561 | How comes it that human nature rises above its origin, and is able-- nay, obliged-- to condemn the evil which God permits? |
| 13561 | How is it known that the true being of things is different from ideas? |
| 13561 | How should he? |
| 13561 | How, then, it may be asked, can a poet be expected to turn back the forces of a scepticism, which have been thus armed with the weapons of dialectic? |
| 13561 | If it does, if man can not know the truth, can he attain goodness? |
| 13561 | If knowledge of reality is altogether different from human knowledge, how does it come to be its criterion? |
| 13561 | If not, how shall we account for the general conviction of good men that it can? |
| 13561 | If so, how? |
| 13561 | If the external world is merely an expression of a remorseless Power, whence comes the love which is the principle of the moral life in man? |
| 13561 | If we can not know_ any_ reality, does not knowledge completely fail? |
| 13561 | If"crass matter"contains all this promise and potency, by what right do we still call it"crass"? |
| 13561 | In other words, is the attempt to construct a philosophy absurd? |
| 13561 | Is it not also immanent in the fact it condemns? |
| 13561 | Is it not true, on the contrary, that no man ever saw a duty beyond his strength, and that"man can because he ought"and ought only because he can? |
| 13561 | Is it the quality or motive or ideal of a mere thing? |
| 13561 | Is it therefore independent of all intelligence? |
| 13561 | Is man, then, better than the Power which made the world and let woe gain entrance into it? |
| 13561 | Is not His love at issue still with sin, Visibly when a wrong is done on earth? |
| 13561 | Is not every criminal, when really known, working out in his own way the salvation of himself and the world? |
| 13561 | Is the intelligence of man absolutely incapable of arriving at knowledge of things as they are? |
| 13561 | It asks what must the nature of things be, seeing that they are known; and what is the nature of thought, seeing that it knows facts? |
| 13561 | Love is the best? |
| 13561 | Love, wrong, and pain, what see I else around? |
| 13561 | Must in death your daylight finish? |
| 13561 | Nay, is not''life itself a disease, knowledge the symptom of derangement''? |
| 13561 | Nay, why permits He evil to Himself-- Man''s sin, accounted such? |
| 13561 | Now, if this is so, is it certain that all_ knowledge_ of these ruling conceptions is impossible? |
| 13561 | Part? |
| 13561 | Pleasures, pains affect mankind Just as they affect myself? |
| 13561 | Reality, being beyond knowledge, why is it called particular or individual, rather than universal? |
| 13561 | Suppose a world Purged of all pain, with fit inhabitant-- Man pure of evil in thought, word, and deed-- Were it not well? |
| 13561 | That I call Hell; why further punishment? |
| 13561 | That question was: How does Browning reconcile his hypothesis of universal love with the natural and moral evils existing in the world? |
| 13561 | Then, wherefore otherwise? |
| 13561 | They are perfect-- how else? |
| 13561 | They shall never change: We are faulty-- why not? |
| 13561 | Throughout their lives they may say like Pompilia--"I know the right place by foot''s feel, I took it and tread firm there; wherefore change? |
| 13561 | Type needs antitype: As night needs day, as shine needs shade, so good Needs evil: how were pity understood Unless by pain? |
| 13561 | Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? |
| 13561 | What but the weakness in a faith supplies The incentive to humanity, no strength Absolute, irresistible, comports? |
| 13561 | What can a seeming good avail to a moral agent? |
| 13561 | What gift of God can be deceptive? |
| 13561 | What greater depth of agnosticism is possible? |
| 13561 | What if thou wert born and predestined not to be Happy, but to be Unhappy? |
| 13561 | What is the nature of this life of man, which, like all life, is self- evolving; and by conflict with what does the evolution take place? |
| 13561 | What proof is there, then, that the universal love is no mere dream? |
| 13561 | What remains, then, except to regard human knowledge as completely untrustworthy, as merely of phenomena? |
| 13561 | What remains, then? |
| 13561 | What right has any philosophy to say that there is any reality which no one can in any sense know? |
| 13561 | What stops my despair? |
| 13561 | What was, what is, what may such atom be? |
| 13561 | What, then, I have now to ask, is the meaning and value of this appeal to emotion? |
| 13561 | What, then, is that principle of unity between the divine and the human? |
| 13561 | When I dared question,''It is beautiful, But is it true?'' |
| 13561 | Where is the need, nay, the possibility, of self- sacrifice, except where there is misery? |
| 13561 | Who ever fully expressed his deepest convictions? |
| 13561 | Who has right to make a rout of Rarities he found inside? |
| 13561 | Who needs be told"The space Which yields thee knowledge-- do its bounds embrace Well- willing and wise- working, each at height? |
| 13561 | Why do we reflect and think, except in order to pass beyond the illusions of sensuous appearances to the knowledge of things as they are? |
| 13561 | Why, here''s my neighbour colour- blind, Eyes like mine to all appearance:''green as grass''do I affirm? |
| 13561 | Why? |
| 13561 | Will he repeat the prodigy? |
| 13561 | what else can be? |
| 13561 | will you let them murder me?'' |
| 17608 | ''As here I lie In this state- chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I askDo I live, am I dead?" |
| 17608 | ''But-- loved him?'' 17608 Chiappino?" |
| 17608 | Dear me, is he? |
| 17608 | For lo, what think you? 17608 How spake the Oracle? |
| 17608 | Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress? 17608 Therefore to whom turn I but to thee, the ineffable Name? |
| 17608 | Was ending ending once and always, when you died? |
| 17608 | Was that-- wind? 17608 What good were else i''the drum and fife? |
| 17608 | ***** Did the steady phalanx falter? |
| 17608 | A vain dream-- has thou not Won greater exaltation? |
| 17608 | Abate,--Cardinal,--Christ,--Maria,--God,... Pompilia, will you let them murder me?" |
| 17608 | Ah, did I dream I was to have, this day, Exalted thee? |
| 17608 | All at once--"What, what? |
| 17608 | All''s over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? |
| 17608 | Also herself said I had saved her: do you dare say she spoke false? |
| 17608 | And he said to himself, jestingly enough, why should not the judgment- day dawn now, on Easter- morn? |
| 17608 | And what is our failure here but a triumph''s evidence For the fulness of the days? |
| 17608 | And ye, what strikes the panic to your heart? |
| 17608 | As he walked along, musingly, he asked himself what the Faith really was to him; what would be his fate, for instance, if he fell dead that moment? |
| 17608 | Aught like this tress, see, and this tress, And this last fairest tress of all, So fair, see, ere I let it fall? |
| 17608 | Back must I fall, confess''Ever the weakness I fled''? |
| 17608 | Blown harshly, keeps the trump its golden cry? |
| 17608 | Break the string; fold music''s wing: Suppose Pauline had bade me sing? |
| 17608 | But is there no other sense in which a poet may be dramatic, besides this sense of the acting drama? |
| 17608 | But should he be dealt with? |
| 17608 | But what matter? |
| 17608 | By necessity ordained thus? |
| 17608 | Dear dead women, with such hair, too-- what''s become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? |
| 17608 | Did I say basalt for my slab, sons? |
| 17608 | Do I hold the Past Thus firm and fast Yet doubt if the Future hold I can? |
| 17608 | Do I stand and stare? |
| 17608 | Do I stoop? |
| 17608 | Do I view the world as a vale of tears?'' |
| 17608 | Do your joys with age diminish? |
| 17608 | Does her proposal to relinquish Norbert in favour of the Queen show her to have been lacking in love for him? |
| 17608 | Doubt that thy power can fill the heart that thy power expands? |
| 17608 | Draw close: that conflagration of my church--What then? |
| 17608 | Forget distemperature and idle heat; Apart from truth''s sake, what''s to move so much? |
| 17608 | Generals of their own blood have betrayed them: how much more will this barbarian? |
| 17608 | Ha, what avails death to erase His offence, my disgrace? |
| 17608 | Have we withered or agonized? |
| 17608 | He answers Wordsworth''s"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart,"by the characteristic retort:--"Did Shakespeare? |
| 17608 | He does his best: Yet they gain on us, gain, till they reach,--one reaches.... How utter the rest?" |
| 17608 | Here''s the gallery they trod Both together, he her god, She his idol,--lend your rod, Chamberlain!--ay, there they are--''_Quis Separabit_?'' |
| 17608 | Holds earth aught-- speak truth-- above her? |
| 17608 | How else Shall ye contrast my frieze to come beneath? |
| 17608 | How else lived that Athenian who died so, Drinking hot bull''s blood, fit for men like me? |
| 17608 | How long such suspension may linger? |
| 17608 | I asked''Some love, some faith you keep?'' |
| 17608 | I never met His face before, but, at first view, I felt quite sure that God had set Himself to Satan; who would spend A minute''s mistrust on the end? |
| 17608 | I shall bear as best I can; By a cause all- good, all- wise, all- potent? |
| 17608 | Indeed? |
| 17608 | Is it too much to say that this is the noblest of all requiems ever chanted over the grave of the scholar? |
| 17608 | Is it''Open''they dare bid you? |
| 17608 | Is this the moment of test? |
| 17608 | It is not"what is commonly understood by poetry,"certainly: but is it not poetry, all the same? |
| 17608 | Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel--Being-- who? |
| 17608 | May I take your hand in mine? |
| 17608 | Must in death your daylight finish? |
| 17608 | My sons, ye would not be my death? |
| 17608 | Not one spark Of pity in that steel- grey glance which gleamed At the poor hoof''s protesting as it stamped Idly the granite? |
| 17608 | O youth, men praise so,--holds their praise its worth? |
| 17608 | Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene''er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? |
| 17608 | Oh, whose foot shall I see emerge, Whose, from the straining topmost dark, On to the keystone of that arc?" |
| 17608 | Other poets before him have written with equally independent aims; but had Milton, had Wordsworth, a larger and more admiring audience in his own day? |
| 17608 | Sad, perhaps? |
| 17608 | Said That:''We stood to be married; The priest, or someone, tarried;"If Paradise- door prove locked?" |
| 17608 | Said This:''Do you mind the morning I met your love with scorning? |
| 17608 | Shall I lean out-- look-- learn The truth whatever it be? |
| 17608 | She and I are mere strangers now: but priests Should study passion; how else cure mankind, Who come for help in passionate extremes? |
| 17608 | She will not give me heaven? |
| 17608 | She will not hear my music? |
| 17608 | She will not turn aside? |
| 17608 | Sirs, have I spoken one word all this while Out of the world of words I had to say? |
| 17608 | So, for us no world? |
| 17608 | So, force is sorrow, and each sorrow, force: What then? |
| 17608 | Speech half- asleep or song half- awake? |
| 17608 | Such the boon I beg? |
| 17608 | Suppose they die? |
| 17608 | Swift as a weaver''s shuttle fleet our years: Man goeth to the grave, and where is he? |
| 17608 | Tastes sweet the water with such specks of earth?" |
| 17608 | Temptation sharp? |
| 17608 | That lane sloped, much as the bottles do, From a house you could descry O''er the garden wall; is the curtain blue Or green to a healthy eye? |
| 17608 | There are moments of essential drama, not least significantly in the last lines, above all in those two pregnant words:"_ How otherwise_? |
| 17608 | This hour my utmost art I prove And speak my passion-- heaven or hell? |
| 17608 | This life has its hopes for this life, hopes that promise joy: life done-- Out of all the hopes, how many had complete fulfilment? |
| 17608 | To- morrow we meet the same, then, dearest? |
| 17608 | Wanting is-- What? |
| 17608 | Was it love or praise? |
| 17608 | Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? |
| 17608 | What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm? |
| 17608 | What had I on earth to do With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly? |
| 17608 | What hope along the hillside, what far bliss Lets the crisp hair- plaits fall so low they kiss Those lucid shoulders? |
| 17608 | What is beyond the obstruction, stage by stage tho''it baffle? |
| 17608 | What is he buzzing in my ears? |
| 17608 | What opening could be a better preparation for the heated and grotesque utterances of Ned Bratts than the wonderful description of the hot day? |
| 17608 | What remains But press to thee, exalt myself to thee? |
| 17608 | What right had a lounger up their lane? |
| 17608 | What so false as truth is, False to thee? |
| 17608 | What so wild as words are? |
| 17608 | What''s death? |
| 17608 | Where is the loved one''s face? |
| 17608 | Which? |
| 17608 | Who are these you have let descend my stair? |
| 17608 | Who''d stoop to blame This sort of trifling? |
| 17608 | Who, grown familiar with the sky, will grope Henceforward among groundlings? |
| 17608 | Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestalled in triumph? |
| 17608 | Why crown whom Zeus has crowned in soul before?" |
| 17608 | Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? |
| 17608 | Why rushed the discord in, but that harmony should be prized? |
| 17608 | Why speak you not? |
| 17608 | Why write of trivial matters, things of price Calling at every moment for remark? |
| 17608 | Will''t please you rise? |
| 17608 | Will''t please you sit and look at her? |
| 17608 | You, forsooth, a flower? |
| 17608 | said the other doubtfully;"did he''come out''your way?" |
| 17608 | think, Abib; dost thou think? |
| 14498 | And how, respectively, have you sought your end? 14498 And is he approaching the age of steel?" |
| 14498 | And what is all this preaching,resumes Bottinius,"but a way of courting fame? |
| 14498 | And what,he asked,"is the glory, what the greatness, which this foolish nation seeks? |
| 14498 | And where,he retorts,"am I to stop, when once that process has begun? |
| 14498 | And who, after all, is the worse for it? 14498 And, supposing he displays what Mr. Gigadibs considers the courage of his convictions, and flings his dogmas overboard,--what will he have gained? |
| 14498 | CONFESSIONSis the answer of a dying man to the clergyman''s question: does he"view the world as a vale of tears?" |
| 14498 | Has Euripides succeeded any better? 14498 Has he despised the friends of Christ? |
| 14498 | How are such proceedings to be dealt with? 14498 How could he do otherwise? |
| 14498 | How does he know this? |
| 14498 | Is it your moral of Life? 14498 May I then accept the conclusion that this life will be supplemented by a better one?" |
| 14498 | Renounce joy for my fellows sake? 14498 Still ailing, wind? |
| 14498 | The flesh must live, but why should not the spirit have its dues also? |
| 14498 | WANTING IS-- WHAT? |
| 14498 | Wanting is-- what? |
| 14498 | Where then is_ his_ moon? 14498 Who,"he asks,"has been Athens''best friend? |
| 14498 | Whom in heaven''s name is he trying to take in? |
| 14498 | Why so rough and precipitate? |
| 14498 | Would she write this? |
| 14498 | ''All the wonders-- the treasures of the natural world, are_ mine_?''" |
| 14498 | ''Could n''t you hear this? |
| 14498 | ''How many chaste and noble sister- fames''have lacked''the extricating hand?'' |
| 14498 | ''I would rather speak than be silent, better criticize than learn''are forms structurally regular: what meaning is in''I had speak, had criticize''? |
| 14498 | ''Where wert thou, brother, those three days, had He not raised thee?'' |
| 14498 | ''Why should not the tanner, the lampseller, or the mealman, who knows his own business so well, know that of the State too?''" |
| 14498 | (_ Anglicé_),"Does Job serve God for nought?" |
| 14498 | (_ b_)"And granting that there is truth in your teaching: why is this allowed to mislead us? |
| 14498 | -- When, what, first thing at day- break, pierced the sleep With a summons to me? |
| 14498 | 123 388"Pray, Reader, have you eaten ortolans?" |
| 14498 | 126 I and Clive were friends-- and why not? |
| 14498 | 159 Of the million or two, more or less v. 24 Oh but is it not hard, Dear? |
| 14498 | 192 Still ailing, Wind? |
| 14498 | 199 366-----"Still ailing, wind?" |
| 14498 | 232 Wanting is-- what? |
| 14498 | 246 No more wine? |
| 14498 | 273 392 Which? |
| 14498 | 288 v. 178 366"Still ailing, wind?" |
| 14498 | 3 387 Wanting is-- What? |
| 14498 | 3 King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
| 14498 | 45 Shall I sonnet- sing you about myself? |
| 14498 | 53 What is he buzzing in my ears? |
| 14498 | 54 I--"Next Poet?" |
| 14498 | 6 Escape me? |
| 14498 | 81 367"King Charles, and who''ll do him right now?" |
| 14498 | And if it were otherwise-- if the goal could be reached on earth-- what care would one take for heaven? |
| 14498 | And man is spiritually living, when he asks if there be love"Behind the will and might, as real as they?" |
| 14498 | And may not a stranger, judging you in the same way, recognize in you one part of peccant humanity, poet''three parts divine''though you be?" |
| 14498 | And what does she give in exchange for body and soul? |
| 14498 | And what is the ground of difference between Balaustion and himself? |
| 14498 | And where all this time is music? |
| 14498 | Are we happy? |
| 14498 | Are we sad? |
| 14498 | Attest his belief by refusing the Emperor''s badge? |
| 14498 | But Christ lingers within the hall"Is there something after all in that lecture which finds an echo in the Christian soul? |
| 14498 | But a chance(?) |
| 14498 | But what can he do to promote it? |
| 14498 | But what does that matter if I sometimes do n''t mistake? |
| 14498 | But what token has he ever received, of her acceptance, her approbation? |
| 14498 | By necessity ordained thus? |
| 14498 | Can he not speed the one, and yet enjoy the other?" |
| 14498 | Did n''t you see that? |
| 14498 | Did they fancy their''sordid''money had bought his freedom to do afterwards what he thought fit?" |
| 14498 | Do they know any verses from Euripides?" |
| 14498 | Do you imagine that its obscene allurements will promote the cause of peace? |
| 14498 | Do you stand alone in this endeavour?" |
| 14498 | Does he strangle the enemies of the truth? |
| 14498 | Does he write bad verse, does he inculcate foul deeds? |
| 14498 | Does n''t the fop see that he( de Archangelis) can drive right and left horses with one hand? |
| 14498 | Does the poet deserve criticism as such? |
| 14498 | God''s love? |
| 14498 | Has he been mistaken? |
| 14498 | He who attracted her by the charm of his art, or he who repelled her by its severity?" |
| 14498 | He, of course, looks up; Pompilia looks down; the neighbours say,''What of that?'' |
| 14498 | Heroism has become impossible,"Unless... what whispers me of times to come? |
| 14498 | How else was he beaten in the''Clouds,''his masterpiece, but that his opponent had inspired himself with drink, and he this time had not? |
| 14498 | How has it attempted to clear Pompilia''s fame? |
| 14498 | How many were lost in the wave? |
| 14498 | How much do his public drink of that which they profess to approve? |
| 14498 | How, finally, could he plead his cause with a man like himself: with the man Antonio Pignatelli, his very self? |
| 14498 | How, then, would he defend his condemnation of Guido if he himself were now summoned to the judgment- seat? |
| 14498 | I shall bear as best I can; By a cause all- good, all- wise, all- potent? |
| 14498 | In other words, did the end for which he has acted justify the means employed? |
| 14498 | In plain words: would he not serve it as well by serving his own interests as by forsaking them? |
| 14498 | Is a man to starve while the life- apple is withheld from him, if even husks are within his reach? |
| 14498 | Is life simply for us a weary compromise between hope and fear, between failure and attainment? |
| 14498 | Is not perhaps the Molinist[28] himself thus striving after the higher light? |
| 14498 | Is not the proceeding too arbitrary? |
| 14498 | Is the Guelph more humane? |
| 14498 | It illustrates the text-- given by Mr. Browning in Hebrew--"Shall we receive good at the hands of God, and shall we not receive evil?" |
| 14498 | It would be best to burn this; but what can I do?" |
| 14498 | Its life has grafted itself on his own; and to what end? |
| 14498 | March- motive? |
| 14498 | May a brother speak? |
| 14498 | May it not be he who at this moment resumes its whole inheritance-- its accumulated opportunities, in himself? |
| 14498 | Might they not still, and justly, tax it on its own ground with some flaw or incongruity, which proved the artist to have been human? |
| 14498 | Miracles? |
| 14498 | Power? |
| 14498 | Promises? |
| 14498 | See you not? |
| 14498 | Shall he fret his remaining years? |
| 14498 | Shall he rob his old comrade''s son?" |
| 14498 | Such were God: and was it goodness that the good within my range Or had evil in admixture or grew evil''s self by change? |
| 14498 | The case between them may, he thinks, be stated in this question,"How do we rise from falseness into truth?" |
| 14498 | The husband''s? |
| 14498 | The lover''s? |
| 14498 | The parent''s? |
| 14498 | The question at issue has, however, slightly shifted its ground; and we find ourselves asking: not,"is the Soul immortal?" |
| 14498 | There is no question of his becoming a Guelph, but why should not Sordello turn Ghibelline? |
| 14498 | They are--"Wanting is-- what?" |
| 14498 | Thou, heaven''s consummate cup, what needst thou with earth''s wheel?" |
| 14498 | Two points in the adventure of the diver, One-- when, a beggar, he prepares to plunge, One-- when, a prince, he rises with his pearl? |
| 14498 | Wanting is-- what? |
| 14498 | Was his triumph to- night due to a gentler tone? |
| 14498 | What became of that child, Gaetano, as he was called after the new- made saint? |
| 14498 | What course would have remained to him but to seize the pistol, and himself send the bullet into his brain? |
| 14498 | What has he to repent of but that he has made a mistake? |
| 14498 | What if it be the mission of that age My death will usher into life, to shake This torpor of assurance from our creed?" |
| 14498 | What man of them all shows by his acts that he believes; or would be treated otherwise than as a lunatic if he did? |
| 14498 | What the love, the fear, the motive, in short, that could match the strength, could sway the full tide, of a nature like his?" |
| 14498 | What, she seems to ask herself, is the value of truth, when it is false to her Divinity; or knowledge, when it costs her her Eden? |
| 14498 | Where does the fault lie? |
| 14498 | Where is the gold of truth? |
| 14498 | Which love would she choose? |
| 14498 | Which of these two has been the sinner: he who sinned unwillingly, or she who caused the sin? |
| 14498 | Who shall wear the badge? |
| 14498 | Who then represents the people''s cause? |
| 14498 | Why are we left to hit or miss the truth, according as our insight is weak or strong, instead of being plainly told this thing_ was_, or it_ was not_? |
| 14498 | Why be in such a hurry to pay one''s debt, to attend one''s mother, to bring a given sacrifice?" |
| 14498 | Why cast away a soul which needs him, and which he himself has called into existence? |
| 14498 | Why not have kept silence and got his treasure back? |
| 14498 | Why not invoke it in a painless form when the first cloud appears upon our sky?" |
| 14498 | Why not temporize, persuade, even threaten, before coming to blows?" |
| 14498 | Why not, she thinks? |
| 14498 | Why should he dismiss his wife? |
| 14498 | Why so? |
| 14498 | Why was he after as before silent? |
| 14498 | Will Sordello find it, meeting that gentle spirit on his course? |
| 14498 | Will his love change too? |
| 14498 | Will she make a finger grow on his maimed hand? |
| 14498 | Wilt be appeased or no? |
| 14498 | Wisdom-- that becoming wise meant making slow and sure advance From a knowledge proved in error to acknowledged ignorance? |
| 14498 | Would either of them wish the past undone? |
| 14498 | Would he not be called a madman if he expected it?" |
| 14498 | Would it be good for her? |
| 14498 | Would it be justified by the result? |
| 14498 | Would it be right in him? |
| 14498 | Yet, is it worth his while? |
| 14498 | [ 117]"Who of those present was willing to make it?" |
| 14498 | _ Prologue_("The Poet''s age is sad; for why?") |
| 14498 | _ Wanting is-- What?_ p. 1. |
| 14498 | _ Which?_ p. 37. |
| 14498 | again SAGACITY interposed,"though the right were on your side? |
| 14498 | and is this his punishment?" |
| 14498 | but"what would be the consequence to life of its being proved so?" |
| 14498 | has the poetic spirit gone back? |
| 14498 | if he repent for twelve hours, will he die the less on the thirteenth? |
| 14498 | means one thing, and''Where wast thou when He did so?'' |
| 14498 | who of them all believes in it? |
| 14498 | wilt be appeased or no?" |
| 14498 | x. p. 265)"And how does human law, in its''inadequacy''and''ineptitude''defend the just? |
| 12817 | And how dieth the wise man? 12817 I was right,"said he,"to fall in love with this place fifty years ago, was I not?" |
| 12817 | Ought one to admire one''s friend''s poetry? |
| 12817 | Shall I whisper to you my ambition and my hope? |
| 12817 | Shall it be historical or English? |
| 12817 | There is a vast view from our greatest hill,wrote Browning; a vast view, though Wordsworth had scorned the Londoner''s hill--"Hill? |
| 12817 | Was she happy in anything? |
| 12817 | [ 143] Or rather-- Shall not our hearts even in the midst of evil be lifted up in gratitude at the remembrance of the good which we have received? 12817 [ 56] Where then is the little grain of truth which has vitality amid the putrefaction of Sludge''s nature? |
| 12817 | 197), when the hostess was absent, and the guests housed in an inn?] |
| 12817 | 936- 973, beginning with"Thought? |
| 12817 | And Sludge chuckles"could not?" |
| 12817 | And has he not given his vote for the Christian religion? |
| 12817 | And how may a box and a carpet bag be conveyed out of 50 Wimpole Street with least observation? |
| 12817 | And if life with its trials frays the flesh, what matters it when the light of the spirit shines through with only a fuller potency? |
| 12817 | And is not gladness a duty? |
| 12817 | And is not the world spacious enough to include a Montaigne as well as a Pascal or a Browning? |
| 12817 | And once more-- does Francis Furini paint the naked body in all its beauty? |
| 12817 | And then, in a graver mood:"It may not be for me to enjoy it long-- who can say? |
| 12817 | And then-- is he duly careful of his health, careful against overwork? |
| 12817 | And why-- replies the second voice-- lean out of the window? |
| 12817 | And why? |
| 12817 | And yet should he falter because he can not gain for them the results of time? |
| 12817 | Are not acts the evidence of a final choice, of a deepest conviction? |
| 12817 | Are not the critics wrong to deny contemporary genius? |
| 12817 | Are you dissatisfied with such a proof? |
| 12817 | Browning groaned"How long, O Lord, how long?" |
| 12817 | Browning questioned, as the incident is related by Mrs Orr,"What do you say to a drama on Strafford?" |
| 12817 | But is the summons authentic? |
| 12817 | But she it is, who has indeed spoken out in her verse? |
| 12817 | But what would the wisdom of Ogniben be worth in its pronouncements on a Luria or a Colombe? |
| 12817 | But when shall he see her too? |
| 12817 | But why conduct an argument in verse? |
| 12817 | Can she, as he alleges, really help him by her sympathy, by her counsel? |
| 12817 | Cleon has heard of Paulus and of Christus, but who can suppose that a mere barbarian Jew Hath access to a secret shut from us? |
| 12817 | Could any words of hers have displeased him? |
| 12817 | Disembosomed, re- embosomed,--must one memory suffice, Prove I knew an Alpine rose which all beside named Edelweiss? |
| 12817 | Do we believe in that tale of wonder in the full sense of the word belief? |
| 12817 | Does man groan because he can not comprehend the mind outside himself which manifests itself in the sun? |
| 12817 | Does not Solomon say that''there is a time to read what is written?'' |
| 12817 | Does not a life evince the ultimate reality that is within us? |
| 12817 | Does our heaven overcloud because we lack certainty? |
| 12817 | Does she still exist, or is she now no more than the thing which lies in the little enclosure at Collonge? |
| 12817 | E._ White Witchcraft_ Whitman, Walt_ Why am I a Liberal_? |
| 12817 | Eh? |
| 12817 | FOOTNOTES:[ Footnote 40:"Why am I a Liberal?" |
| 12817 | Gold, did I say? |
| 12817 | Grasping at the sun, a child captures an orange: what if he were to scorn his capture and refuse to suck its juice? |
| 12817 | Gratitude to these? |
| 12817 | Has he not told secrets of the lives of his wondering clients which could not have been known by natural means? |
| 12817 | Have I God''s gift Of the morning- star? |
| 12817 | He has tasked himself without sparing; he has gained the affections of his subjects; he has conciliated a hostile Europe; is not this enough? |
| 12817 | He puts the naked question to himself-- What does death mean? |
| 12817 | How could she be mistrustful? |
| 12817 | How forget the thrill Through and through me as I thought"The gladlier Lives my friend because I love him still?" |
| 12817 | How is such a nature as this to attain its true ends? |
| 12817 | How shall love be called forth unless there be the possibility of self- sacrifice? |
| 12817 | How shall our human sympathy be perfected unless there be pain? |
| 12817 | 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 gladly too? |
| 12817 | If our best conceptions of things divine be but a kind of parable, why quarrel with the parables accepted by other minds than our own? |
| 12817 | If we were carried up in the air and heard these voices how should we know for certain that we had not become inhabitants of some Cloudcuckootown? |
| 12817 | In little, light, warmth, life are blessed-- Which, in the large, who sees to bless? |
| 12817 | Is it God? |
| 12817 | Is it his part, Sludge asks indignantly, to be grateful to the patrons who have corrupted and debased him? |
| 12817 | Is it meant then that Paracelsus ought to have contented himself with being like his teacher Trithemius and the common masters of the schools? |
| 12817 | Is it not his part to take the single step in their service, though it can be no more than a step? |
| 12817 | Is it total extinction? |
| 12817 | Is not a miscreant to be expelled out of God''s world? |
| 12817 | Is not prose a fitter medium for such a discussion? |
| 12817 | Is not such lying as this a self- desecration, if you will; but still more a strange, sweet self- sacrifice in the service of truth? |
| 12817 | Is not the best pledge of his capacity for future adaptation to a new environment this-- that being in the world he is worldly? |
| 12817 | Is not Æschylus the divinest of divine Greek spirits? |
| 12817 | Is she an embodiment of the Ideal, which sends out many questers, and pities and disdains them when they return soiled and defeated? |
| 12817 | Is the fire a little thing beside the immensity in the heavens above us? |
| 12817 | Is the nymph an abstraction and incarnation of something that may be found in womanhood? |
| 12817 | Is the vision of the face of Christ an illusion? |
| 12817 | Is this a phantom or a dream? |
| 12817 | Is_ Bishop Blougram''s Apology_ a poem at all? |
| 12817 | It is the absence of human virtue which appals him; if the salt have lost its savour wherewith shall it be salted? |
| 12817 | It may be cited here as a fragment of biography:"Why?" |
| 12817 | Late in life he was asked to give his answer to the question:"Why am I a Liberal?" |
| 12817 | Let the visible go to the dogs-- what matters? |
| 12817 | Little? |
| 12817 | May Mr Kenyon be told? |
| 12817 | May not the people become the body in which his spirit, with all its forces, shall incarnate itself? |
| 12817 | Might he not relieve his sense of obligation by telling Miss Barrett, in a letter, that he admired her work? |
| 12817 | Might it not have been more truly liberal to be patient and understand the grounds of her prejudice? |
| 12817 | Mrs Jameson, who had made a friendly proposal similar to that of Miss Bayley,--may she be half- told? |
| 12817 | Nay, do not I also tickle the palate of my ass with a thistle- bunch, so heartening him to do his work? |
| 12817 | No-- but is she not a confirmed invalid? |
| 12817 | Only, we may ask, what if one''s truest self lie somewhere hidden amid a thousand hesitating sympathies? |
| 12817 | Or is it not kinder and wiser to spare him the responsibility of knowing? |
| 12817 | Or shall she be invited to join the travellers on their way? |
| 12817 | Or was he seriously unwell? |
| 12817 | Or was it also in the bond that he should tread a miserable father into the dust? |
| 12817 | Or will his passionate loyalty endure the test? |
| 12817 | Or, after all, is this cheating when every lie is quick with a germ of truth? |
| 12817 | Our little human pleasures-- do they seem unworthy to meet the eye of God? |
| 12817 | Shall Hóseyn recover his stolen Pearl of a steed, but recover her dishonoured in the race, or abandon her to the captor with her glory untarnished? |
| 12817 | Shall he turn the army, which is as much his own as the sword he wields, joined with the forces of Pisa, against the beautiful, faithless city? |
| 12817 | Shall it be La Cava? |
| 12817 | Shall it be Sorrento? |
| 12817 | Shall they indeed-- as he suggests-- write something together? |
| 12817 | Should he be a maker of music, as he at one time desired, and for music he always possessed an exceptional talent? |
| 12817 | Should he paint? |
| 12817 | Should he plead at the bar? |
| 12817 | Should we not credit human testimony? |
| 12817 | Should we not evict prejudice from our understandings? |
| 12817 | Should we not investigate alleged facts? |
| 12817 | Should we not keep an open mind? |
| 12817 | So rolls on the argument to its triumphant conclusion-- Fool or knave? |
| 12817 | The criminal is allowed his due portion of veracity and his fragment of truth--"What shall a man give for his life?" |
| 12817 | The only question we have a right to ask is this-- Has the poet adequately dealt with his subject, adequately expressed his idea? |
| 12817 | The question,"Will the jest sustain a poem of such length?" |
| 12817 | This life of his had been no farce or failure; in his degree he has served mankind, and what_ is_ the service of man but the true praise of God? |
| 12817 | To put the question,"Shall I survive death?" |
| 12817 | True, he has at times his chill fits of doubt; but is not this the probation of faith? |
| 12817 | Upon such soiled and draggled wings can he ever soar again? |
| 12817 | Was this an occasion for preaching from ethical heights the sin of making a composition with evil- doers? |
| 12817 | We are bidden to renounce the world: what does the injunction mean? |
| 12817 | We are told of"deeds for which remorse were vain"; what were these deeds? |
| 12817 | Well, did not Prometheus draw the celestial rays into the pin- point of a flame which man can order, and which does him service? |
| 12817 | Well, this cold clay clod Was man''s heart: Crumble it and what comes next? |
| 12817 | What are its special dangers? |
| 12817 | What baggage? |
| 12817 | What books shall be brought? |
| 12817 | What could she give that it would not be ungenerous to give? |
| 12817 | What if all be error-- If the halo irised round my head were, Love, thine arms? |
| 12817 | What is the eye for, if not to see with vivid exactness? |
| 12817 | What ladies bestowed their soft caresses on Sludge? |
| 12817 | What of love? |
| 12817 | What poems are those now in his portfolio? |
| 12817 | What poets have been his literary sponsors? |
| 12817 | What room is there for thanks to God or love of man if earth be the scene of such a blank monotony of well- being as may be found in the star Rephan? |
| 12817 | What use of swells and falls From Levites''choir, Priests''cries, and trumpet calls? |
| 12817 | What was"his noblest and predominating characteristic"as a poet? |
| 12817 | What woman would not be moved to the inmost depths by such words? |
| 12817 | When all the logic and good sense were on the woman''s side, how could she be disturbed by such masculine infirmities? |
| 12817 | Where are the faults of her poems, of which she had inquired? |
| 12817 | Which of the two was sinner? |
| 12817 | Who awakened in him the artist''s joy in rare invention? |
| 12817 | Who fed and flattered him? |
| 12817 | Who in this our life-- he reflects-- statesman or soldier, sculptor or poet, attains his complete ideal? |
| 12817 | Who made him what he is? |
| 12817 | Who proceeded to exhibit him as a lawful prize and possession, staking their vanity on the success of his imposture? |
| 12817 | Who then dares hold-- emancipated thus-- His fellow shall continue bound? |
| 12817 | Who urged him forward from modest to magnificent lies? |
| 12817 | Why is one man selected for extreme agony from which a score of his fellows escape? |
| 12817 | Why needs a bishop be a fool or knave When there''s a thousand diamond weights between? |
| 12817 | Why not rather accept His will and His Providential disposition of our lives as absolutely wise, and right? |
| 12817 | Why not regard all phases of belief or no- belief with equal and serene regard? |
| 12817 | Why pray to God at all? |
| 12817 | Why revert to discuss miracles? |
| 12817 | Why take the harp to his breast"only to speak dry words across the strings"? |
| 12817 | Why were we brought into being? |
| 12817 | Why, then, over- strenuously take a side? |
| 12817 | [ 64] In his own mind Browning may have put the question: Of all the feats of knight- errantry which is the hardest? |
| 12817 | [ Footnote 89: Was the poem_ Gold Hair_? |
| 12817 | and from what delusions are the harmless, and the apparently dangerous, lunatic suffering? |
| 12817 | did he, like Bunyan, play cat on Sunday, or join the ringers of the church bells? |
| 12817 | do you hear the stroke of the riveting?" |
| 12817 | in what way shall it be obeyed? |
| 12817 | is the mandate indeed divine? |
| 12817 | is"vowed to quiet"( did Browning ever compose another romanza as lulling as this? |
| 12817 | or Pisa? |
| 12817 | or Ravenna? |
| 12817 | or, for the matter of that, would not Seven Dials be as happy a choice as any, if only they could live and work side by side? |
| 12817 | the woman cries"What treasures have I to surrender and bestow?" |
| 12817 | think, Abib: dost thou think? |
| 12817 | to give back to the world the joy that God has given to his poet? |
| 12817 | what is the hand for, if not to fashion things as nature made them? |
| 12817 | which was saint? |
| 41491 | For what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? 41491 Is it_ Diodati_ joins the glimmer of the lake?" |
| 41491 | Why stay we on the earth unless to grow? |
| 41491 | [ 52] Is this so? 41491 [ 54] Is there not something more than this to be said for the Bishop''s Apology? |
| 41491 | ( 1) Intellect? |
| 41491 | ( 2) How far may it be regarded as the expression of Browning''s own theory of life? |
| 41491 | ( 2) Worship of the intellect being thus disallowed, what then of the moral worth of the Man Christ as admitted by the Lecturer? |
| 41491 | ( iii) But the events of the preceding days have converted the abstract enquiry,"Does the soul survive the body?" |
| 41491 | ( v) And is then this fact of the present existence of the soul cause sufficient to demand belief in its immortality? |
| 41491 | (_ d_) The search for sensuous and for intellectual satisfaction having alike failed, is there no refuge for him whose lot is earth in its fulness? |
| 41491 | ***** Thy body at its best, How far can that project thy soul on its lone way? |
| 41491 | --or,"Believe in me, Who lived and died, yet essentially Am Lord of Life?" |
| 41491 | A life apart from faith? |
| 41491 | Admitted then that in"all earth''s tenantry, from worm to bird,"perfection is to be found, in what direction may advance be made? |
| 41491 | And the deduction? |
| 41491 | And what does this man say in defence of his Church? |
| 41491 | And what place does the creed of the unwilling slave of Setebos accord to the_ life beyond the grave_? |
| 41491 | And what shall be the result of the new gift? |
| 41491 | And what the results following the Judgment? |
| 41491 | And what_ is_"the Christian revelation"on these matters? |
| 41491 | And why? |
| 41491 | And why? |
| 41491 | And yet is the certainty of the thirteenth century possible to the nineteenth? |
| 41491 | Answer to question of Protus, Is death the end to the man of thought as well as to the man of action? |
| 41491 | Are there none of approach? |
| 41491 | Are they perfect of lineament, perfect of stature? |
| 41491 | As when a traveller, bound from North to South, Scouts fur in Russia: what''s its use in France? |
| 41491 | Because in my great epos I display How divers men young, strong, fair, wise, can act-- Is this as though I acted? |
| 41491 | Body hides-- where? |
| 41491 | But if, as we are assured, there is no waste in Nature, whence comes the apparent destruction wrought by age and sickness? |
| 41491 | But now,"He may believe; and yet, and yet How can he?" |
| 41491 | But what of the mediaeval days,"that age of simple faith"? |
| 41491 | Can I so narrow sense but that in life Soul still exceeds it? |
| 41491 | Can I so narrow sense but that in life Soul still exceeds it? |
| 41491 | Can this be? |
| 41491 | Can we love but on condition, that the thing we love must die? |
| 41491 | Conceding which,--had Zeus then questioned thee"Shall I go on a step, improve on this, Do more for visible creatures than is done?" |
| 41491 | Could contrast be anywhere more striking than that suggested by these two scenes? |
| 41491 | Could he acquit us or condemn For holding what no hand can loose, Rejecting when we ca n''t but choose? |
| 41491 | Could he give Christ up were His worth as plain? |
| 41491 | Disembosomed, re- embosomed,--must one memory suffice, Prove I knew an Alpine- rose which all beside named Edelweiss? |
| 41491 | Do his sympathies indeed belong wholly to either side? |
| 41491 | Do they not go deeper, if we may so say, than Christianity itself? |
| 41491 | Does he intend us to accept the scepticism of the Journalist as genuine, the justification of the Bishop as offered in entire good faith? |
| 41491 | Does it differ so widely from the teaching of_ Easter Day_? |
| 41491 | Does the precept run,"Believe in good, In justice, truth, now understood For the first time?" |
| 41491 | First cut the Liquefaction, what comes last But Fichte''s clever cut at God himself? |
| 41491 | For lo, what think you? |
| 41491 | From what career may faith be, without injurious effects, wholly excluded? |
| 41491 | Had I been born three hundred years ago They''d say,"What''s strange? |
| 41491 | He hath a spite against me, that I know, Just as He favours Prosper, who knows why? |
| 41491 | How I know it does? |
| 41491 | How are we to judge of his actual feelings in the case? |
| 41491 | How far dramatic? |
| 41491 | How far is he justified in such criticism? |
| 41491 | How far is the Bishop serious in his assertions? |
| 41491 | How far may the one be regarded as the outcome of the other, the higher the development of the lower instinct? |
| 41491 | How is the presence of this presumably unsympathetic personality to be accounted for in their midst? |
| 41491 | How may the contemporary of Cleon excel"the grand simplicity"of Homer, of Terpander, and in later times of Phidias? |
| 41491 | How should I dare die, this man let live? |
| 41491 | I warrant, Blougram''s sceptical at times: How otherwise? |
| 41491 | If I paint, Carve the young Phoebus, am I therefore young? |
| 41491 | If death is not the ending of the soul''s life, what is the_ nature_ of that immortality, the actuality of which the speaker seeks to establish? |
| 41491 | If the career of"the world''s victor"is not then possible without faith of some kind, what of that of the artist, of the poet? |
| 41491 | If, indeed, Setebos is the author of the visible creation, what has been the motive instigating him to the work? |
| 41491 | In France spurns flannel: where''s its need in Spain? |
| 41491 | In what degree may Browning be held to have sympathized with the final decision in favour of the creed of Zion Chapel? |
| 41491 | Is it for nothing we grow old and weak? |
| 41491 | Is life divorced from faith possible? |
| 41491 | Is mere virtue, however great in degree, sufficient to claim as of right for its possessor the submission of his fellow men? |
| 41491 | Is the possession of pure intellect to be accounted cause for worship? |
| 41491 | Is this the end of all? |
| 41491 | Is"pure faith"possible? |
| 41491 | It might have fallen to another''s hand: what then? |
| 41491 | Let the visible go to the dogs-- what matters? |
| 41491 | Line 44 may be not unfitly taken as significant of the whole course of thought What will be the morning glory, when at dusk thus gleams the lake? |
| 41491 | May it not rather be the case that the true character of Browning''s prelate has not been fairly estimated? |
| 41491 | Mercy every way Is Infinite,--and who can say? |
| 41491 | Moreover Was_ he_ not surely the first to insist on The natural sovereignty of our race? |
| 41491 | Much had been accomplished in the past: What remained to the future? |
| 41491 | My life, Complete and whole now in its power and joy, Dies altogether with my brain and arm, Is lost indeed; since, what survives myself? |
| 41491 | Needs then groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy? |
| 41491 | O God, Who shall pluck sheep Thou holdest, from Thy hand? |
| 41491 | Otherwise Where is the artist''s vantage o''er the king? |
| 41491 | Perfection of moral character being allowed, is this adequate reason that the Christ should be held supreme ruler of the race? |
| 41491 | Prove them facts? |
| 41491 | Renounce joy for my fellows''sake? |
| 41491 | So asks the lover of Pauline: How should this earth''s life prove my only sphere? |
| 41491 | So the poet leads us to the climax-- to the silence awaiting the answer to the speaker''s query Oh, whose foot shall I see emerge? |
| 41491 | Some solution of the problems of life must be sought, and why should that alone be rejected which alone offers a satisfactory clue? |
| 41491 | Surely not? |
| 41491 | Symbolism or materialism in worship? |
| 41491 | That I call Hell; why further punishment? |
| 41491 | That of Napoleon? |
| 41491 | That''s joy Beyond joy; but renounced for mine, not theirs? |
| 41491 | The decision may perhaps depend upon the acceptance or rejection of the alternative,"Whole faith or none?" |
| 41491 | The mediaeval painters started on a new and endless path of progress when in answer to the cry of Greek Art, and what more wish you? |
| 41491 | The question not unreasonably follows,"When, through his journey, was the fool at ease?" |
| 41491 | The second part of the question is on a different platform-- Is there God''s self, no or yes? |
| 41491 | This being so he would demand of the advocate of the life of ease, How do you counsel in the case? |
| 41491 | Thou diest while I survive? |
| 41491 | Three centuries earlier who would have questioned the genuineness of his faith? |
| 41491 | Thus S. Augustine:"Do heaven and earth then contain Thee, since Thou fillest them?... |
| 41491 | Thus the question is stated in line 144, the answer, or attempted answer to which, is to occupy the entire poem-- Does the soul survive the body? |
| 41491 | Thus with the Bishop and the Journalist of the present instance-- who may assert with confidence to which side Browning''s sympathies incline? |
| 41491 | Thy body at its best, How far can that project thy soul on its lone way? |
| 41491 | To the question of main import advanced in the present instance, Is there water or not to drink? |
| 41491 | To what causes is attributable the failure which he recognizes in reviewing his own Past? |
| 41491 | To what extent did personal feeling influence the criticism of Roman Catholic ritual contained in_ Christmas Eve_? |
| 41491 | Twice as many decades later who would require that his acceptance of the creed he professes should be implicit and detailed? |
| 41491 | Unlearned love was safe from spurning-- Ca n''t we respect your loveless learning? |
| 41491 | Was ending ending once and always, when you died? |
| 41491 | Was not some valuable residuum of truth to be found in Rome? |
| 41491 | Were men the better for their simplicity of belief? |
| 41491 | Were the extreme transitoriness and the preponderance of pain indispensable factors in the scheme of instruction? |
| 41491 | What greater attainments may be possible to the human intellect? |
| 41491 | What has the lecturer, indeed, left to the followers of the Christ? |
| 41491 | What if the breaks themselves should prove at last The most consummate of contrivances To train a man''s eye, teach him what is faith? |
| 41491 | What if this friend happen to be-- God? |
| 41491 | What is the point where himself lays stress? |
| 41491 | What lies above? |
| 41491 | What of the"fine irreverence"of the preacher? |
| 41491 | What restrained his college friend from seeking the position occupied by his comrade? |
| 41491 | What satisfaction to be derived from the continuance of a loveless existence? |
| 41491 | What shall then deter his dying out of darkness into light? |
| 41491 | What still lies beyond the range of his creative power? |
| 41491 | What the design of which it is the evidence? |
| 41491 | What then of the second? |
| 41491 | What then remains for the advancement of the race? |
| 41491 | What then remains? |
| 41491 | What though I nor see nor hear them? |
| 41491 | When see? |
| 41491 | When was the depression of Cleon''s day out- lived? |
| 41491 | When, then, according to Browning, did growth once more begin? |
| 41491 | Whence arises Dr. Berdoe''s misapprehension? |
| 41491 | Where they reached, who can do more than reach? |
| 41491 | Wherein may the yearnings of the soul discover the satisfaction hitherto denied them? |
| 41491 | Whether it be in the_ individual_ aspiration of the lover of_ Pauline_, How should this earth''s life prove my only sphere? |
| 41491 | Whom do you count the worst man upon earth? |
| 41491 | Why has he failed to realize this until Time has passed? |
| 41491 | Why not enjoy life to the full? |
| 41491 | Why not,"The Way, the Truth, the Life?" |
| 41491 | Why should this be? |
| 41491 | Why treat it as a mere ante- room to the palace at the door of which stands the Usher, Death? |
| 41491 | Will the future, if future there be, prove but an indefinite prolongation of the present? |
| 41491 | With confidence he may inquire What is our failure here but a triumph''s evidence[40] For the fulness of the days? |
| 41491 | With these mighty achievements in poetry and art of those giants amongst men to be contemplated in retrospect, what hope remains for the future? |
| 41491 | Would he hold up to severer opprobrium the representative of honest scepticism or the advocate of opportunism? |
| 41491 | [ 37]***** They are perfect-- how else? |
| 41491 | [ 65] Of what nobler conception, it may be asked, is the human imagination capable? |
| 41491 | [ 74] Thus with Christianity itself Will[ man] give up fire For gold or purple once he knows its worth? |
| 41491 | _ Reason._ And what influence upon life it must be asked will this new knowledge exert? |
| 41491 | they shall never change: We are faulty-- why not? |
| 41491 | what''s a break or two Seen from the unbroken desert either side? |
| 41491 | when the pleasures of life are ended? |
| 14316 | Ah, is that true, you loved and still love? 14316 Ah,"said the voice,"is this thy final choice? |
| 14316 | How, then, that song we heard? 14316 I have all humanity,"he says,"within myself-- why then should I seek humanity?" |
| 14316 | Is it Crete? |
| 14316 | It is strange, but why write of trivial matters when things of price call every moment for remark? 14316 It means,"he answers,"that this earth''s life is not my only sphere, Can I so narrow sense but that in life Soul still exceeds it?" |
| 14316 | Oh,answers Festus,"is that cause safe which produces carelessness of human love? |
| 14316 | Pooh,cry you? |
| 14316 | Thou diest while I survive? |
| 14316 | Waits he not,her heart cries, and mixes him with coming Spring: Waits he not the waking year? |
| 14316 | Was life itself worth living? 14316 Well, now thou askest, if having done this,''I have not attained the very crown of life; if I can not now comfortably and fearlessly meet death?'' |
| 14316 | What is the best: things draped in colour, as by a lens, or the naked things themselves? 14316 What shall I do as a poet, and a man?" |
| 14316 | What,he thinks, when he sees the whole valley filled with Mincio in flood,"can Nature in this way renew her youth, and not I? |
| 14316 | What? 14316 When, when was that?" |
| 14316 | Who are you; Sparta''s friend or foe? |
| 14316 | Why not then,says Festus,"make use of knowledge already gained? |
| 14316 | *** And what is that I hunger for but God? |
| 14316 | --Not flesh, as flake off flake I scale, approach, Lay bare those bluish veins of blood asleep? |
| 14316 | --Wherefore? |
| 14316 | Abate,--Cardinal,--Christ,--Maria,--God,... Pompilia, will you let them murder me? |
| 14316 | Again, in_ A Bean- stripe: also Apple- Eating_, Ferishtah is asked-- Is life a good or bad thing, white or black? |
| 14316 | Ah, but a man''s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what''s a heaven for? |
| 14316 | And again:"You discern your purpose clearly; have you any security of attaining it? |
| 14316 | And now what is the end, what is the result for man of this long striving of Sordello? |
| 14316 | And now? |
| 14316 | And then, the scenery? |
| 14316 | At Nature dost thou shrink amazed? |
| 14316 | At present the question rises:"What place does_ The Ring and the Book_ hold in Browning''s development?" |
| 14316 | At what then shall he aim as a poet? |
| 14316 | Balaustion''s fixed regard Can strip the proper Aristophanes Of what our sophists, in their jargon, style His accidents?" |
| 14316 | But Mildred will not tell the name, and when Tresham says:"Then what am I to say to Mertoun?" |
| 14316 | But for those who are not Cleon and Protus, not kings in comfort or poets in luxury, who have had no gladness, what end-- what is to be said of them? |
| 14316 | But have they the strength of poetry in them, and not the strength of something else altogether? |
| 14316 | But how; what do I want for this? |
| 14316 | But is it half prose, or wholly prose? |
| 14316 | But what is it all, he thinks; what do I care about it? |
| 14316 | Can I truly say that I have worked for man alone? |
| 14316 | Can there be a"waking"point Of crowning life? |
| 14316 | Could we by a wish Have what we will and get the future now, Would we wish aught done undone in the past? |
| 14316 | Did they declare by what they did that they were on God''s side or the devil''s? |
| 14316 | Do I hold the Past Thus firm and fast Yet doubt if the Future hold I can? |
| 14316 | Do not the dead wear flowers when dressed for God? |
| 14316 | Eh? |
| 14316 | Euripides? |
| 14316 | FOOTNOTES:[ 5] Creatures accordant with the place? |
| 14316 | Finally he asks himself, like so many young poets who have followed his way, What is the judgment of the world worth? |
| 14316 | For that most woeful man my husband once, Who, needing respite, still draws vital breath, I-- pardon him? |
| 14316 | Greed and strife, Hatred and cark and care, what place have they In yon blue liberality of heaven? |
| 14316 | Ha, what avails death to erase His offence, my disgrace? |
| 14316 | Has he judged rightly in thinking that divine truth is with him? |
| 14316 | Has it imagination? |
| 14316 | Have I done as well as the great men of old? |
| 14316 | Have I lost anything in getting down to fact instead of to fancy? |
| 14316 | Have I shut my eyes in pain-- pain for disillusion? |
| 14316 | Have we withered or agonised? |
| 14316 | Having fulfilled that, the painters asked,"What more? |
| 14316 | He said,"What''s time? |
| 14316 | 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? |
| 14316 | Himself in Nature? |
| 14316 | How can he now Bid each conception stand while, trait by trait, My hand transfers its lineaments to stone? |
| 14316 | How can he now, he asks, pursue that old ideal when he has the real? |
| 14316 | How have they lived; what have they made of life? |
| 14316 | How is life to be lived? |
| 14316 | How shall I attain it, in what way make it mine?" |
| 14316 | How will the weakness in the man try to prove that it was power? |
| 14316 | How will this young girl, divided by two contemporaneous emotions, one in the supernatural and one in the natural world, act in a crisis of her life? |
| 14316 | I can write odes of the delight of love, but grown too grey to be beloved, can I have its delight? |
| 14316 | I have said enough? |
| 14316 | I quote the piece; it is a noble specimen of his landscape work: But lo, what think you? |
| 14316 | If I carve the young Phoebus, am I therefore young? |
| 14316 | If I did, could I praise Him? |
| 14316 | In God''s hand? |
| 14316 | In what way will poor human nature excuse itself for failure? |
| 14316 | Indeed, he cries, is that the soil in which a poet grows? |
| 14316 | Is it as beautiful as an artist, whose first duty is to be true to beauty as the shape of love and truth, ought to make it? |
| 14316 | Is it not more than mortal power is capable of winning?" |
| 14316 | Is it worth my while to go on with Sordello''s story, and why is it worth the telling? |
| 14316 | Is not that day come? |
| 14316 | Is that well? |
| 14316 | Is their form equally good? |
| 14316 | Is there any divine truth on which he may infallibly repose? |
| 14316 | It can not be their malice, no, nor carelessness; but-- to let us see oceans of joy, and only give us power to hold a cupful-- is that to live? |
| 14316 | It was only a theory; Would it stand the test of life among mankind, be a saving and healing prophecy? |
| 14316 | Let the visible go to the dogs-- what matters?" |
| 14316 | Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel--Being-- who? |
| 14316 | Lurks flame in no strange windings where, surprised By the swift implement sent home at once, Flushes and glowings radiate and hover About its track? |
| 14316 | Might you know any of his verses?" |
| 14316 | No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent- up creatures through Into eternity, our due? |
| 14316 | No forcing earth teach heaven''s employ? |
| 14316 | No grasping at love, gaining a share O''the sole spark from God''s life at strife With death, so, sure of range above The limits here? |
| 14316 | No tasting earth''s true food for men, Its sweet in sad, its sad in sweet? |
| 14316 | No wise beginning, here and now, What can not grow complete( earth''s feat) And heaven must finish, there and then? |
| 14316 | Now, sudden, all the surface hard and black, Lies a quenched light, dead motion: what the cause? |
| 14316 | O God, where do they tend-- these struggling aims? |
| 14316 | Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken What had I on earth to do With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly? |
| 14316 | Oh, whose foot shall I see emerge, Whose, from the straining topmost dark, On to the key- stone of that arc? |
| 14316 | Or again:"Have you any knowledge of the path to knowledge?" |
| 14316 | Or is it poetry, or fit to be called so? |
| 14316 | Or"What is life in its perfection, and when shall we have it? |
| 14316 | Or, once more,"Is anything in your mind so clear as this, your own desire to be singly famous?" |
| 14316 | Paracelsus speaks: The hurricane is spent, And the good boat speeds through the brightening weather; But is it earth or sea that heaves below? |
| 14316 | Sadder still, if I had found that which I sought, should I have had power to use it? |
| 14316 | Say, does the seed scorn earth and seek the sun? |
| 14316 | Say, is it nothing that I know them all? |
| 14316 | See you not something beside masonry? |
| 14316 | Shall I, the illimitable beauty, be judged by these single forms? |
| 14316 | Shall he, Browning the poet, choose Eglamor or Sordello; even though Sordello perish without any achievement? |
| 14316 | Shall to produce form out of unshaped stuff Be Art-- and further, to evoke a soul From form be nothing? |
| 14316 | Shall we stay here With the wild hawks? |
| 14316 | So, force is sorrow, and each sorrow, force; What then? |
| 14316 | Strip his style away, and where is the man? |
| 14316 | The failures of earth prove the victory beyond:"For-- what is our failure here but a triumph''s evidence For the fulness of the days? |
| 14316 | The glory swims Girdling the glory- giver, swallowed straight By night''s abysmal gloom, unglorified Behind as erst before the advancer: gloom? |
| 14316 | The inquisition of his whole life is,"What is the life most worth living? |
| 14316 | The lambent flame is-- where? |
| 14316 | The question is-- Is the strength poetical? |
| 14316 | Then comes the further question: To whom shall I dedicate the service of my art? |
| 14316 | Then, as everything good had been done in the art of the past, cultivated men began to ask"Was there anything worth doing?" |
| 14316 | This way? |
| 14316 | This you call wisdom? |
| 14316 | Thus you add Good unto good again, in vain? |
| 14316 | To give local colour or reality? |
| 14316 | To what conclusion shall I come with regard to my life as a poet? |
| 14316 | True, I am worn; But who clothes summer, who is life itself? |
| 14316 | Was it all to fall in ruin? |
| 14316 | Was it for this,"he cries,"I subdued my life, lost my youth, rooted out love; for the sake of this wolfish thirst of knowledge?" |
| 14316 | Was it worth an artist''s devotion? |
| 14316 | Was there a ravaged tree? |
| 14316 | Was there a wizened shrub, a starveling bough, A fleecy thistle filched from by the wind, A weed, Pan''s trampling hoof would disallow? |
| 14316 | Was there nought better than to enjoy? |
| 14316 | What am I? |
| 14316 | What better immortality than in one''s work left behind to move in men? |
| 14316 | What cares he for poet''s whims? |
| 14316 | What do they represent? |
| 14316 | What does Balaustion, the woman, think of that? |
| 14316 | What does Browning make Sordello do? |
| 14316 | What does he see? |
| 14316 | What does this puzzle mean? |
| 14316 | What force can draw me out of these dreaming solitudes in which I fail to realise my art? |
| 14316 | What have I done? |
| 14316 | What have the gods done? |
| 14316 | What hope? |
| 14316 | What if my words wind in and out the stone As yonder ivy, the God''s parasite? |
| 14316 | What if you and I Re- sing the song, inaugurate the fame? |
| 14316 | What is it to him that his works live? |
| 14316 | What is my aim in being a poet? |
| 14316 | What is that for? |
| 14316 | What is this"sleep"which seems To bound all? |
| 14316 | What more can life desire?''" |
| 14316 | What more than this can life desire? |
| 14316 | What new aim shall we pursue?" |
| 14316 | What new thing shall we do? |
| 14316 | What of Michael Angelo now, who did not choose the world''s success or earth''s perfection, and who now is on the breast of the Divine? |
| 14316 | What of that perfection in their souls these artists were conscious of, inconceivably exceeding all they did? |
| 14316 | What of the conduct of Admetos? |
| 14316 | What of their failure which told them an illimitable beauty was before them? |
| 14316 | What remedy? |
| 14316 | What shall be his subject- matter? |
| 14316 | What stays a river breaking from its fountain- head? |
| 14316 | What was the sea for? |
| 14316 | What would I have? |
| 14316 | What, the grey Sad church, that solitary day, Crosses and graves and swallows''call? |
| 14316 | 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? |
| 14316 | When circumstances invaded them with temptation, how did they meet temptation? |
| 14316 | When has the science of the world explained the birth of a lyric of Burns, a song of Beethoven''s, or a drawing of Raffaelle? |
| 14316 | When have the hereditarians explained Shakespeare, Mozart, Turner? |
| 14316 | When, but the time I vowed myself to man? |
| 14316 | Where am I going? |
| 14316 | Where is the loved one''s face? |
| 14316 | Where is the real Browning if we get him to change a way of writing in which he naturally shaped his thought?" |
| 14316 | Who made things plain in vain? |
| 14316 | Whose shape divine Quivered i''the farthest rainbow- vapour, glanced Athwart the flying herons? |
| 14316 | Why did it not come at first, and why did it come in the end? |
| 14316 | Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? |
| 14316 | Why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized? |
| 14316 | Why should despair be? |
| 14316 | Why should its extravagance of glory run to waste? |
| 14316 | Will knowledge, alone, give you enough for life? |
| 14316 | Will my mere fancies live near you, their truth-- The live truth, passing and repassing me, Sitting beside me? |
| 14316 | Will you forgive me-- be once more My great queen? |
| 14316 | Work here; what knowledge will you gain in deserts?" |
| 14316 | Yes, but why being free are we so fettered? |
| 14316 | Yet, stay, that song was Æschylus; every one knows it-- how about Euripides? |
| 14316 | You knew not? |
| 14316 | You loved, with body worn and weak; I loved, with faculties to seek: Were both loves worthless since ill- clad? |
| 14316 | You smile? |
| 14316 | You understand me? |
| 14316 | Zooks, what''s to blame? |
| 14316 | and then,"What sort of lives are lived by other men?" |
| 14316 | and, finally,"What is the happiest life for the whole?" |
| 14316 | he smiled,"piercing to my thought at once, You see myself? |
| 14316 | how carve Tydeus, with her about the room? |
| 14316 | is this the Judgment? |
| 14316 | or Nature herself, like a living being? |
| 14316 | or, to ask a question I would not ask if the poem were good art, is it of any real importance to mankind? |
| 14316 | that was flight-- How could the creatures leap, no lift of wings? |
| 14316 | think, Abib; dost thou think? |
| 14316 | truth ablaze, or falsehood''s fancy haze? |
| 14316 | what would you have?" |
| 21247 | ''Art thou a dumb wronged thing that would be righted, Entrusting thus thy cause to me? 21247 ''Our best friend''--who has been the best friend to Athens, Euripides or I?" |
| 21247 | ''The blow a glove gives is but weak: Does the mark yet discolour my cheek? 21247 All''s over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? |
| 21247 | Are you turning Molinist? |
| 21247 | But can it? |
| 21247 | But what if I fail of my purpose here? 21247 Did you throttle or stab my brother''s infant-- come now? |
| 21247 | Do you remember last damned New Year''s Day? |
| 21247 | Earth being so good, would heaven seem best? 21247 Give up that noon I owned my love for you?" |
| 21247 | He rhymed you his rubbish nobody read, Loved you and doved you-- did not I laugh? |
| 21247 | How did it happen, my poor boy? 21247 How say you? |
| 21247 | I answered quick( says Caponsacchi in his narrative)"Sir, what if I turned Christian?" |
| 21247 | If it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me? |
| 21247 | Me, do you leave aghast With the memories We amassed? |
| 21247 | Men, for the last time, what do you want with me? |
| 21247 | Oh, you-- what are you? |
| 21247 | Quick-- is it finished? 21247 Renounce the world? |
| 21247 | She will not give me heaven? 21247 That in the mortar-- you call it a gum? |
| 21247 | The laws of nature: shall not that be the formula to still her pain? |
| 21247 | To- morrow we meet the same then, dearest? 21247 Was it something said, Something done, Vexed him? |
| 21247 | Well, and if none of these good things came, What did the failure prove? 21247 Well, this cold clay clod Was man''s heart: Crumble it, and what comes next? |
| 21247 | Well, this cold clay clod Was man''s heart: Crumble it, and what comes next? 21247 What is he buzzing in my ears? |
| 21247 | What means the sad slow silver smile above My clay but pity, pardon?--at the best But acquiescence that I take my rest, Contented to be clay? |
| 21247 | What so false as truth is, False to thee? |
| 21247 | What so wild as words are? |
| 21247 | What? 21247 Who''d stoop to blame This sort of trifling?" |
| 21247 | Why was she made to learn what Guido Franceschini''s heart could hold? |
| 21247 | Will my mere fancies live near you, their truth-- The live truth, passing and re- passing me, Sitting beside me? |
| 21247 | You might turn myself!--should I know or care When I should be dead of joy, James Lee? |
| 21247 | You wanted my love-- is that much true? 21247 _ Does truth sound bitter, as one at first believes?_"Somewhat puzzling to her, it may be, that very philosophical reflection! |
| 21247 | ''Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of tears?'' |
| 21247 | ''That song was veritable Aischulos, Familiar to the mouth of man and boy, Old glory: how about Euripides? |
| 21247 | ''Tis more than they held, More than they said; I was''ware and watched:***** The others? |
| 21247 | ), what might not have happened? |
| 21247 | ***** And this man, men call sinner? |
| 21247 | ***** But it is not painless in its working? |
| 21247 | ***** Do not the dead wear flowers when dressed for God? |
| 21247 | ***** How will she ever grant her Jules a bliss So startling as her real first infant kiss? |
| 21247 | ***** What, the girl''s dowry never was the girl''s, And unpaid yet, is never now to pay? |
| 21247 | ***** Why did you not pinch a flower In a pellet of clay and fling it? |
| 21247 | +++++ How did she win the name of Wild- Pomegranate- Flower? |
| 21247 | +++++ In what ways does Browning show us as the makers of"love''s trouble"for man? |
| 21247 | +++++ Was the first lady right or wrong? |
| 21247 | +++++ What was the noise that broke out as Pippa finished her song? |
| 21247 | +++++ Will this endure? |
| 21247 | -- How many precious months and years Of youth had passed, that speed so fast, Before we found it out at last, The world, and what it fears? |
| 21247 | --and the next pretending shall"defy the scoffer"; it shall be the love of Jules and Phene--"Why should I not be the bride as soon As Ottima?" |
| 21247 | --and what else is it but winter for their shivering hearts? |
| 21247 | --and, looking her last look round the den, she prepares to go; but what is that mark on her gorgeous gown? |
| 21247 | --how would that sound as a war- cry? |
| 21247 | ._"He takes no notice; he reiterates--"But am I not his cut- throat? |
| 21247 | ?" |
| 21247 | ?" |
| 21247 | A cricket-- only that? |
| 21247 | A lower note there, is it not? |
| 21247 | Again( she proceeds), Euripides discredited war by showing how it outrages the higher feelings: by what method has Aristophanes discredited it? |
| 21247 | All men strive-- who succeeds? |
| 21247 | All that used to be, may be again? |
| 21247 | And have you brought my tercel back? |
| 21247 | And he quickly answers:"Escape me? |
| 21247 | And he? |
| 21247 | And if it did, does that stanza mean_ it_? |
| 21247 | And if there were a king of the flowers,"and a girl- show held in his bowers,"which would he like best, the Zanze or the Pippa? |
| 21247 | And is even_ that_ the question? |
| 21247 | And oh, my mother, it all came to this?" |
| 21247 | And shall this never be different? |
| 21247 | And she turns, thus rejecting the new love, to the"Son and Mother, gentle pair,"who commune at evening in the turret: what prevents her being Luigi? |
| 21247 | And so I did love, so I do: What has come of it all along? |
| 21247 | And so, here, have we not indeed the victim? |
| 21247 | And so,_ if_ this endure, what shall the issue prove? |
| 21247 | And the doctrine? |
| 21247 | And were not the joys worth it, great as it is? |
| 21247 | And what of the speaker herself? |
| 21247 | And what would his own reflections have been? |
| 21247 | And why not? |
| 21247 | And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue, Sure to taste sweetly-- is that poison too?" |
| 21247 | And_ God forgot me_--is this the thought of one who"loves him so"? |
| 21247 | Another heart, as chill as mine is now, would quiver back to life at the touch of this one":"Heart, shall we live or die? |
| 21247 | Are not women far simpler than they are accounted? |
| 21247 | Are you still so fair? |
| 21247 | As they again drove forward, she asked him if, supposing she were to die now, he would account it to be in sin? |
| 21247 | At its height-- next minute must begin, then, the work of destruction; and what shall be the earliest sign? |
| 21247 | At once he perceived her insight, and answered it:"So you see myself? |
| 21247 | But as to the immortality of either, who shall say? |
| 21247 | But does thinking signify? |
| 21247 | But he must go to counsel and to comfort her-- was he not a priest? |
| 21247 | But he protests at last:"Surely I had your sanction when I faced, Fared forth upon that untried yellow ray Whence I retrack my steps?" |
| 21247 | But if it does not mean this, what does it mean? |
| 21247 | But is it certain that she will not call him back, as she called the snowdrops? |
| 21247 | But is she in truth so elusive? |
| 21247 | But is she_ not_ there? |
| 21247 | But no, it is unrecognised; so they move to the next, which she can not mistake, for was it not done by her command? |
| 21247 | But now, what is this on the turf? |
| 21247 | But only"something,"for even so, we wonder if the dream were all a dream, if Porphyria ever came, and, if she did, was this the issue? |
| 21247 | But pity and wonder are natural in her-- is she not an angel from heaven? |
| 21247 | But she can not endure this dejection: back to her centre of gaiety, trust, and courage Pippa must somehow swing-- and how shall she achieve it? |
| 21247 | But then, what happened? |
| 21247 | But was it really a mistake at all? |
| 21247 | But was not that Da Vinci''s business too? |
| 21247 | But when the heart suffers a blow, Will the pain pass so soon, do you know?''" |
| 21247 | But why should they always choose the page''s part? |
| 21247 | But will he not grant her something too-- now that she is gone? |
| 21247 | But with the daybreak, what was the clear summons that seemed to pierce her slumber? |
| 21247 | But--"What did the other do? |
| 21247 | Ca n''t we touch these bubbles then But they break?''" |
| 21247 | Can I be calm?" |
| 21247 | Can it be, then, that Browning was( as has frequently been said of him) very much less dramatic a writer than he wished to believe himself? |
| 21247 | Can it mean that the instant is made eternity--"And heaven just prove that I and she Ride, ride together, for ever ride?" |
| 21247 | Can rain disturb Her Sebald''s homage? |
| 21247 | Can she not have done with thinking, or at all events with talking about thinking? |
| 21247 | Change is the very essence of life; and life may be probation for a better life-- who knows? |
| 21247 | Could he keep such a promise? |
| 21247 | Could we too make a poem? |
| 21247 | Dare you stay here? |
| 21247 | Dear dead women, with such hair, too-- what''s become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? |
| 21247 | Did he merely guess at, and not grasp, the deepest emotions and thoughts of women? |
| 21247 | Did not I say You were good and true at bottom? |
| 21247 | Did you ever see our silk- mills-- their inside? |
| 21247 | Do I speak ambiguously? |
| 21247 | Do I wrong your weakness and call it worth? |
| 21247 | Do they understand_ now_ that he was not unworthy of Christ when he tried to save her? |
| 21247 | Do you hear that? |
| 21247 | Does love weigh worth, as the poet did? |
| 21247 | Does she understand? |
| 21247 | Does the envoy suppose that it was only her husband''s presence which called that"spot of joy"into her cheek? |
| 21247 | Does this interpretation of the episode amaze? |
| 21247 | Does this mean anything? |
| 21247 | Edith needs help in her grave and finds none near-- wants warmth from his heart? |
| 21247 | Expect all harvest, dread no dearth, Seal my sense up for your sake? |
| 21247 | For Byron married her[224:1]--and in what did it result? |
| 21247 | For am I not, this day, Whate''er I please? |
| 21247 | For are not such Used to be tended, flower- like, every feature, As if one''s breath would fray the lily of a creature? |
| 21247 | For has she helped him to hold the thread? |
| 21247 | For here is the very heart of the problem: can or can not character be altered? |
| 21247 | For is not this the sheer denial of her husband''s moral force? |
| 21247 | For she never meant to be-- she can not feel that she_ is_; and thus, how shall she help him to"find"her? |
| 21247 | For what would it have mattered-- her ugliness-- if he had loved her? |
| 21247 | For, if he_ had_ spoken to her that day, what would he have said? |
| 21247 | For, through the journey, was it natural Such comfort should arise from first to last?" |
| 21247 | For-- and now we come to those amazing stanzas which place this passionate love- song by itself in the world--"Handsome, were you? |
| 21247 | Form and face, Victory''s self upsoaring to receive The poet? |
| 21247 | Gismond here? |
| 21247 | Grant that love is self- sacrifice( I had rather say that self- sacrifice is a part, and but a part, of love): is love also self- sufficiency? |
| 21247 | Had she appreciated adequately her pink of poets? |
| 21247 | Has he improved upon it? |
| 21247 | Has she not matured? |
| 21247 | Has she not watched all that was as yet developed in him, and waited patiently, wonderingly, for the more to come? |
| 21247 | Hatred and cark and care, what place have they In yon blue liberality of heaven? |
| 21247 | Have their souls evolved? |
| 21247 | Have you still the eyes? |
| 21247 | He calls his decision wisdom? |
| 21247 | He gave his youth? |
| 21247 | He hesitates no more--"''Tis God''s voice calls: how could I stay? |
| 21247 | He intimates his will to move away:"Will''t please you rise? |
| 21247 | He knows what his trance is-- can it be that hers is the same? |
| 21247 | He told the woman of the house that Pompilia was his sister, married and unhappy-- would she comfort her as women can? |
| 21247 | He was a poet, was he not? |
| 21247 | Heaven or hell? |
| 21247 | Her friend asked her what she had answered, and she replied--"I? |
| 21247 | Her sole rejoinder-- and here she does for one second attain to authenticity-- is the question:"What is this for?" |
| 21247 | Hope has rushed on him again from her twin- silence-- can she be at one with him in all, as she is in this? |
| 21247 | How can the end of this deed surprise them? |
| 21247 | How could that red sun drop in that black cloud?" |
| 21247 | How do our little squabbles-- the"Sex- War"--look to us after this? |
| 21247 | How do you feel now, Ottima? |
| 21247 | How has the yellow used him? |
| 21247 | How is it under our control To love or not to love?" |
| 21247 | How should she dream that the cornice- wreath blossomed anew? |
| 21247 | How will it end for her? |
| 21247 | How_ could_"the happy, prompt instinctive way of youth"discover the wind''s secret? |
| 21247 | I ask, we all ask; but does it greatly matter? |
| 21247 | I think the saddest thing in this poem is its last stanza; for we feel, do we not? |
| 21247 | I took you-- how could I otherwise? |
| 21247 | If_ he_ had this glory- garland round his soul, what other joy could he ever so dimly descry? |
| 21247 | Imagining beforehand the moment when she shall receive in presence of them all"the partner of my guilty love"( is not here the theatre in full blast? |
| 21247 | In what, do we find the word of that enigma? |
| 21247 | Is it God?" |
| 21247 | Is it God?" |
| 21247 | Is it done? |
| 21247 | Is it not clear that no material house[308:1] is meant? |
| 21247 | Is it not plain from this that his artist''s soul rejected the paltry fact? |
| 21247 | Is not this the lesson of life-- this incompleteness? |
| 21247 | Is not this the meaning? |
| 21247 | Is she going to cast him off for a word, a"bubble born of breath"? |
| 21247 | Is she going to stay away for ever? |
| 21247 | Is that all true?" |
| 21247 | Is there a reason in metre? |
| 21247 | Is there to be no heaven for her-- no crown for that brow? |
| 21247 | Is this like a friend? |
| 21247 | Is''t full morning? |
| 21247 | It is a strange love, surely, which so speaks? |
| 21247 | It was almost a miracle, was it not? |
| 21247 | Let us throw off This mask: how do you bear yourself? |
| 21247 | Love can move mountains, for is not love the same as faith? |
| 21247 | Love is the fulfilling of the law-- with all my heart; but was love here? |
| 21247 | May I take your hand in mine? |
| 21247 | May we not indeed say now that Browning was our singer? |
| 21247 | Meredith too is without sentimentality; but he has more of hardness, shall I say? |
| 21247 | Might she have loved me? |
| 21247 | Might you know any of his verses too?''" |
| 21247 | Most pitiful, most deceived, of dreams-- yet after all, perhaps the horn- gate dream, for who knows"truly"but who loves truly? |
| 21247 | Must I go Still like the thistle- ball, no bar, Onward, whenever light winds blow?" |
| 21247 | My heart seemed full as it could hold? |
| 21247 | Need she so drearily depict the passing of summer? |
| 21247 | No beauty is there-- but it can spin the wool and bake the bread:"''What use survives the beauty?''" |
| 21247 | No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent- up creatures through Into eternity, our due? |
| 21247 | No forcing earth teach heaven''s employ? |
| 21247 | No: the question is-- did both men wish to waft the white sail of good and beauty on its way? |
| 21247 | Not one of us can express it like him; but has he_ had_ it? |
| 21247 | Now do I mis- state, mistake? |
| 21247 | Now, shall he make away with her for Monsignor? |
| 21247 | Of all gifts that the fulness of time has brought to women, may we not reckon that almost the best? |
| 21247 | Oh, Sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene''er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? |
| 21247 | Oh, should they not have seen at first? |
| 21247 | Or is it new heart, new self, new life? |
| 21247 | Or that she understands them better? |
| 21247 | Or, more aptly for our purpose to frame the question, was he dramatic only for men? |
| 21247 | Our sympathy must leave her at this phase; and sympathy for her was surely Browning''s aim? |
| 21247 | Outright now!--how miraculously gone All of the grace-- had she not strange grace once? |
| 21247 | Padua, blue Padua, is plain enough, but where lies Vicenza? |
| 21247 | Perhaps she must always elude? |
| 21247 | Pompilia would not now be"Gasping away the latest breath of all, This minute, while I talk-- not while you laugh?" |
| 21247 | Questions relieve her now and then:"Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?" |
| 21247 | Quite differently they come back-- or is it quite the same? |
| 21247 | Say, hast thou lied?'' |
| 21247 | See, I bleed these tears in the dark Till comfort come, and the last be bled: He? |
| 21247 | Shall I find aught new In the old and dear, In the good and true, With the changing year?" |
| 21247 | Shall a man live, despised, in harmony with her who despises him? |
| 21247 | Shall other women be sainted, and not she, graced here beyond all saints? |
| 21247 | Shall she then look back with scorn upon that earlier self? |
| 21247 | Shall she whose body I embraced A night long, queen it in the day? |
| 21247 | Shall she, then, be yielding aught of value, if she contends no more? |
| 21247 | Shall there not then be other analogies? |
| 21247 | She had played her game, had kept it up loyally with herself all day-- what was the good? |
| 21247 | She is not afraid to dispense with the protecting vizor:"_ If it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me?_"There it lies-- there. |
| 21247 | She knows he would not; then why pore upon it now? |
| 21247 | She loves-- is not that enough? |
| 21247 | She promises that he can: should he not trust her? |
| 21247 | She took him for hers, just as he was-- and did not he, thus accepted, find her his? |
| 21247 | She was there, leaning over the terrace; she reproached him: why did he delay the help his heart yearned to give? |
| 21247 | She will not hear my music? |
| 21247 | She will not turn aside? |
| 21247 | She winds and unwinds her hair-- was it so that he once liked it? |
| 21247 | Should I fear surprise? |
| 21247 | Simple? |
| 21247 | Since he chose to change Gold for dust, If I gave him what he praised, Was it strange?" |
| 21247 | Snow- time is love- time-- for hearts can then show all:"How is earth to know Neath the mute hand''s to- and- fro?" |
| 21247 | So it may laugh through her window at the tantalised bee( are there travelling bees in Italy on New- Year''s Day? |
| 21247 | Spend my whole day in the quest, who cares? |
| 21247 | Statue? |
| 21247 | Suppose that man had been instead of this?" |
| 21247 | Suppose they die? |
| 21247 | Supposing he set_ this_ old woman to teach her, as the other had failed? |
| 21247 | Supposing we could know perfect bliss in this world, what should we have for which to strive? |
| 21247 | Surely this is re- incarnation; surely no returning spirit witnesses more clearly to a transition- state? |
| 21247 | That is pain; but of the"humiliation"commonly assigned to unsuccessful love, he never dreams: where can be humiliation in having caught God''s secret? |
| 21247 | That of the"Almaign Kaiser,"one day to be cast in bronze, is not worth lingering at in its present stage, but this--_this_? |
| 21247 | That she does not understand so well as man the ends of love? |
| 21247 | That the time has come to alter this? |
| 21247 | That very wind beginning among the vines:"So low, so low, what shall it say but this? |
| 21247 | That was an aim of Euripides also; and has Aristophanes yet written anything like the glorious Song to Peace in the_ Cresphontes_? |
| 21247 | That woman cries"for nothing,"like the children? |
| 21247 | The King laughed:"Was there a man among them all who would brave Bluebeard?" |
| 21247 | The book is pushed away; and there lies the table bare:"Try, will our table turn? |
| 21247 | The laws of nature? |
| 21247 | The mob indeed has awarded him the crowns: is such crowning the true guerdon? |
| 21247 | The questions have come to her-- come on what cold blast from heaven, or him? |
| 21247 | Then the girl''s self, my pale Pompilia child That used to be my own with her great eyes-- Will she come back, with nothing changed at all?" |
| 21247 | Then what would it mean? |
| 21247 | They are entering Rhodes now, and every wave and wind seems singing out the same:"All in one chorus-- what the master- word They take up? |
| 21247 | They love one another: why can not they be like that plain, why can not_ they_"let nature have her way"? |
| 21247 | This way? |
| 21247 | Those? |
| 21247 | Thus, when the question sounded,"Might you know any of his verses too?" |
| 21247 | To- night( he told her so, did he not? |
| 21247 | Was it from human lips that those words had just now sounded:"_ Then all smiles stopped together_"? |
| 21247 | Was there nought better than to enjoy? |
| 21247 | We can picture him as he arrives and listens to her: is there already a faint annoyance? |
| 21247 | We curb those hearts to- day; we do not poison now; but have we forgotten the mood for poisoning? |
| 21247 | We seemed safe: what was it foreboded so?" |
| 21247 | Well, Monsignor has listened; Monsignor conceives-- is it a bargain? |
| 21247 | Were ever scorn and irony more blasting, was ever pity more profound, than in that line which Browning sets in the mouth of silence? |
| 21247 | What I answered? |
| 21247 | What are you?" |
| 21247 | What chance had_ her_ soul? |
| 21247 | What could show forth better the flower- like and delicate life his fortunate Duchess led, than the loathsome squalor of this sordid crone? |
| 21247 | What does the fennel mean? |
| 21247 | What does"this,"then, show forth? |
| 21247 | What does_ that_ house contain-- where is_ she_? |
| 21247 | What if this_ be_ heaven-- what if she has found, caught up like him, that she does love? |
| 21247 | What is happening, this very hour, in that environment-- here, for instance, in the Institute, which they are just passing? |
| 21247 | What is it that he has done? |
| 21247 | What is the issue? |
| 21247 | What is"the truth of that"? |
| 21247 | What made you-- may one ask?-- Marry your hideous husband?" |
| 21247 | What of his Stephanie, who danced vilely last night, they say-- will he not soon, like the public, abandon her now that"her vogue has had its day"? |
| 21247 | What shall I please to- day? |
| 21247 | What the core O''the wound, since wound must be?" |
| 21247 | What then shall a woman say? |
| 21247 | What was the sea for? |
| 21247 | What would Pippa gain, were she in truth great haughty Ottima? |
| 21247 | What, after all, is the sum of those doings in the shrub- house? |
| 21247 | What, the Rhodian? |
| 21247 | What, the grey Sad church, that solitary day, Crosses and graves and swallows''call? |
| 21247 | What_ had_ he said? |
| 21247 | When he dies, will he have been a whit nearer his own sublimities than the lesser spirits who have never turned a line? |
| 21247 | When in all the rest of life would such another moment come? |
| 21247 | When-- where-- How-- can this arm establish her above me, If fortune fixed her as my lady there, There already, to eternally reprove me?" |
| 21247 | Where are the four now, with each red- ripe mouth I wonder, does the streamlet ripple still, Outsmoothing galingale and watermint? |
| 21247 | Where does the fault lie? |
| 21247 | Where is the wrong now, done our dead and great?''" |
| 21247 | Which would the coming child be-- herself again, or_ him_ again? |
| 21247 | Who knows but_ this_ time the"crimson quest"may deepen to a sunrise, not decay to that cold sad sweet smile-- which he obeys? |
| 21247 | Who lived here before this couple came? |
| 21247 | Who made things plain in vain? |
| 21247 | Who means to take your life?" |
| 21247 | Who says that rocks are of lower nature than the sea which washes them? |
| 21247 | Who spoke? |
| 21247 | Whom but he would have done this-- so crowned, so trusted, us, and so persuaded men that women can be great? |
| 21247 | Why did I not put a power Of thanks in a look, or sing it?" |
| 21247 | Why did she not leave him alone? |
| 21247 | Why did you venture out of the safe street? |
| 21247 | Why explain? |
| 21247 | Why go so far from help to that lone house? |
| 21247 | Why not soft like the phial''s, enticing and dim?" |
| 21247 | Why open at the whisper and the knock?''" |
| 21247 | Why should she not test De Lorge here and now? |
| 21247 | Why should spring''s news unfold itself, and he not"say things"about it to her, like those he could say about the mere_ Times_ news? |
| 21247 | Why want what the angels vaunt? |
| 21247 | Will he not grant that men have loved such women, when the women have loved them so utterly? |
| 21247 | Will she not have passed by very far, in the spirit- world, this unconscious egotist? |
| 21247 | Will the proud dark eyes have forgotten the pity-- and the pride? |
| 21247 | Will you forgive me-- be once more My great queen?" |
| 21247 | Will''t please you sit and look at her? |
| 21247 | Wilt thou change too? |
| 21247 | Would he give up the past? |
| 21247 | Would he not, could she speak with him, proudly tell her so? |
| 21247 | Would not God choose His own way to save her? |
| 21247 | Would she not almost be ready, in such an hour, to die as Porphyria died? |
| 21247 | Would the Master have turned from this peasant one? |
| 21247 | Yet he would bring her a little closer to the earth she now inhabits; so--"What gaze you at? |
| 21247 | Yet indeed( she now muses)_ has_ she enough loved him? |
| 21247 | You that would mock the best pursuer, Was my basin over- deep? |
| 21247 | You''d say, he despised our bluff old ways? |
| 21247 | Your fixed regard can strip me of my''accidents,''as the sophists say?" |
| 21247 | _ This_ is the intolerable;"there''s a recompense in guilt"--"One must be venturous and fortunate:-- What is one young for else?" |
| 21247 | _ Vengeance_: how do they who are met again in the spirit- world regard that word, that"God"? |
| 21247 | _ Will_ Evelyn, on waking,"remember and understand"? |
| 21247 | and was the green- and- grey bird on the field a plover?" |
| 21247 | and, being there, does she not now seem to give him something strange and wonderful to take from her? |
| 21247 | but what does love mean? |
| 21247 | but will he give the steward time to cross the Alps? |
| 21247 | does love marry the next comer, as the lady did? |
| 21247 | 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? |
| 21247 | he shudders back again:_ Is_ he so surely for ever hers? |
| 21247 | is all said? |
| 21247 | might it not have"done,"after all? |
| 21247 | oh, morning, is it?" |
| 21247 | still she repudiated the servant''s report of him: had she not that once beheld him? |
| 21247 | was it touch of hand, Turn of head? |
| 21247 | watch him and see the planks of love''s ship start, and hell open beneath? |
| 21247 | well, Sirs, does no one move? |
| 21247 | what care bride and groom Save for their dear selves? |
| 21247 | what was all this but love? |
| 35989 | ''Here he comes, holds in mouth this time--What may the thing be? 35989 ''What were you to do?''" |
| 35989 | And thee, best runner of Greece, Whose limbs did duty indeed,--what gift is promised thyself? 35989 And wilt thou leave me thus? |
| 35989 | Boasts he Mulà © ykeh the Pearl? |
| 35989 | Did n''t know Flynn-- Flynn of Virginia-- long as he''s been''yar? 35989 For the love of mercy let you sleep?" |
| 35989 | Has Persia come,--does Athens ask aid,--may Sparta befriend? 35989 Have you found your life distasteful? |
| 35989 | Here''s my work: does work discover-- What was rest from work-- my life? 35989 How go on your flowers?" |
| 35989 | Is it ever hot in the square? |
| 35989 | Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of tears? |
| 35989 | Paid by the world, what dost thou owe Me? |
| 35989 | That foreign fellow-- who can know How she pays, in a playful mood, For his tuning her that piano? |
| 35989 | What if no flocks and herds enrich the son of Sinán? 35989 What of a villa?" |
| 35989 | What were you to do? |
| 35989 | What, she felt the while, Must I think? 35989 Why so dull and mute, young sinner? |
| 35989 | Why so pale and wan, fond lover? 35989 ''Tis something, nay''tis much: but then, Have you yourself what''s best for men? 35989 ***** To understand a monologue according to these suggestions the student must first answer such questions as, Who speaks? 35989 --What, my soul? 35989 A NEW LITERARY FORM Why were the poems of Robert Browning so long unread? 35989 A good time, was it not, my kingly days? 35989 Abate,--Cardinal,--Christ,--Maria,--God,... Pompilia, will you let them murder me? |
| 35989 | After even a superficial study of modern poetry, who can fail to realize that the monologue is a distinct form of literature? |
| 35989 | Again, if at the villa, how can he discover the procession? |
| 35989 | Ah, but a man''s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what''s a heaven for? |
| 35989 | 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? |
| 35989 | And have you brought my tercel back? |
| 35989 | And now yer-- how old air you? |
| 35989 | And this rich room obtains your praise Unqualified,--so bright, so fair, So all whereat perfection stays? |
| 35989 | And what is our failure here but a triumph''s evidence For the fulness of the days? |
| 35989 | And when they grow up, I wonder who they''ll have to thank for knowing nothing-- who, indeed, but their father? |
| 35989 | And where can a better means be found for both steps than the study of the monologue? |
| 35989 | And wherefore out? |
| 35989 | And wilt thou leave me thus? |
| 35989 | And yer nex''birthday''s in Aprile? |
| 35989 | Another smile? |
| 35989 | Answer me quick, what help, what hand do you stretch o''er destruction''s brink? |
| 35989 | Are balm- seeds not here To console us? |
| 35989 | Are n''t we, Roger? |
| 35989 | Are you-- poor, sick, old ere your time-- Nearer one whit your own sublime Than we who have never turned a rhyme? |
| 35989 | As here I lie In this state- chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I ask"Do I live, am I dead?" |
| 35989 | At what point in the conversation do we break in upon him in the unconscious utterance of his life and motives? |
| 35989 | Athene, are Spartans a quarry beyond Swing of thy spear? |
| 35989 | Athens to aid? |
| 35989 | Ay, to save and redeem and restore him, maintain at the height This perfection,--succeed with life''s day- spring, death''s minute of night? |
| 35989 | BY THE FIRESIDE How well I know what I mean to do when the long dark autumn evenings come: and where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? |
| 35989 | Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same,-- Framework which waits for a picture to frame: What of the leafage, what of the flower? |
| 35989 | Beyond on what fields, Glean a vintage more potent and perfect to brighten the eye And bring blood to the lip, and commend them the cup they put by? |
| 35989 | Browning says at the close of"The Ring and the Book":"Why take the artistic way to prove so much? |
| 35989 | But are not Shakespeare''s soliloquies dramatic? |
| 35989 | But if Browning had located the speaker in the city, would he not say"here"and not"there,"as he does at the end of the third line? |
| 35989 | But if too much literalism is objectionable in the play, how much more is it in the monologue? |
| 35989 | But is this all? |
| 35989 | But many more of the kind As good, nay, better perchance: is this your comfort to me? |
| 35989 | But what do you care for that? |
| 35989 | CONFESSIONS What is he buzzing in my ears? |
| 35989 | Ca n''t we touch these bubbles then But they break?" |
| 35989 | Can its nature or structure be so explained that a seemingly difficult poem, such as a monologue by Browning, may be made clear and forcible? |
| 35989 | Clara, Clara Vere de Vere, If Time be heavy on your hands, Are there no beggars at your gate, Nor any poor about your lands? |
| 35989 | Could you say so, and never say,"Suppose we join hands and fortunes, And I fetch her from over the way, Her, piano, and long tunes and short tunes?" |
| 35989 | Did I live man''s hater, lover? |
| 35989 | Did I say, basalt for my slab, sons? |
| 35989 | Did Sparta respond? |
| 35989 | Did he guess how toadstools grow, this fellow? |
| 35989 | Did not Kipling choose wisely his form of art in portraying the character of Tommy Atkins? |
| 35989 | Did the conqueror spurn the creature, Once its service done? |
| 35989 | Did the yeoman win or lose his case? |
| 35989 | Do I find love so full in my nature, God''s ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? |
| 35989 | Do I find love so full in my nature, God''s ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? |
| 35989 | Do I stand and stare? |
| 35989 | Do I stoop? |
| 35989 | Do I task any faculty highest, to image success? |
| 35989 | Do the ten steeds run a race of glory? |
| 35989 | Do you forget already words like those?) |
| 35989 | Do you hear it against the windows? |
| 35989 | Do you hear it, I say? |
| 35989 | Do you hear the rain, Mr. Caudle? |
| 35989 | Do you hear the rain, Mr. Caudle? |
| 35989 | Do you know, If the happy spirits in Heaven can see The ruin and wretchedness here below? |
| 35989 | Do your joys with age diminish? |
| 35989 | Does Tennyson give us no sign of the effect of his words upon the lady to whom his rebuke was directed? |
| 35989 | Does he start as he actually sees a procession in the distance? |
| 35989 | Does it feed the little lake below? |
| 35989 | Does not the phrase"we French"imply that the listener is another Frenchman whose patriotic enthusiasm responds to the story? |
| 35989 | Does one detect any difference in the metric movement? |
| 35989 | Does this admiring of art for art''s sake suggest the degeneracy of his soul? |
| 35989 | Doubt that thy power can fill the heart that thy power expands? |
| 35989 | Draw close: that conflagration of my church--What then? |
| 35989 | Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? |
| 35989 | Earth being so good, would heaven seem best? |
| 35989 | Eh? |
| 35989 | Fail I alone, in words and deeds? |
| 35989 | Frets doubt the maw- crammed beast? |
| 35989 | Had she a brother? |
| 35989 | Had she a sister? |
| 35989 | 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? |
| 35989 | Have I forethought? |
| 35989 | Have I knowledge? |
| 35989 | Have we withered or agonized? |
| 35989 | He looked me straight in the eye and said,"Where are you now?" |
| 35989 | Here, the creature surpass the Creator,--the end, what Began?... |
| 35989 | Here, the parts shift? |
| 35989 | How can a play express the subjective struggles and heroism embodied in"The Last Ride Together?" |
| 35989 | How could it end in any other way? |
| 35989 | How else Shall ye contrast my frieze to come beneath? |
| 35989 | How else had he wrought himself his ruin, in fortune''s spite? |
| 35989 | How far is it allowable? |
| 35989 | How go on your flowers? |
| 35989 | How should they be paragraphed? |
| 35989 | How,--when? |
| 35989 | I have seen her? |
| 35989 | I never met his face before, but, at first view, I felt quite sure that God had set Himself to Satan; who would spend a minute''s mistrust on the end? |
| 35989 | I never was in love; and since Charles proved false, what shall now convince My inmost heart I have a friend? |
| 35989 | I say, do you hear it? |
| 35989 | I say, do you hear the rain? |
| 35989 | I should like to know how the children are to go to school to- morrow? |
| 35989 | 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? |
| 35989 | I wonder, has he such a lumpish, leaden, Aching thing, in place of a heart? |
| 35989 | I? |
| 35989 | If you would sit thus by me every night I should work better, do you comprehend? |
| 35989 | In Browning''s"Up at a Villa-- Down in the City,"is the speaker located in the city, at the villa, or at some point between the two? |
| 35989 | In sight? |
| 35989 | In the least things have faith, yet distrust in the greatest of all? |
| 35989 | In the least things, have faith, yet distrust in the greatest of all? |
| 35989 | In the same poem the question"Is it ever hot in the square?" |
| 35989 | In the same way, to his question"... Is the curtain blue Or green to a healthy eye?" |
| 35989 | Is Saul dead? |
| 35989 | Is he generous like Spring dew? |
| 35989 | Is her laughter, as she goes on in such a playful mood describing the different events of their lives, an endeavor to conceal a hidden pain? |
| 35989 | Is it God? |
| 35989 | Is it amusing? |
| 35989 | Is it better in May, I ask you? |
| 35989 | Is it ever hot in the square? |
| 35989 | Is it ever necessary? |
| 35989 | Is it not best to imagine him as having walked out with a friend to some point where the villa above and the city below are both clearly visible? |
| 35989 | Is it not the poetic interpretation of all noble endeavor? |
| 35989 | Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? |
| 35989 | Is it too much to say that every successful artist follows David''s example as portrayed by Browning? |
| 35989 | Is that a tower, I point you plain, or is it a mill, or an iron- forge breaks solitude in vain? |
| 35989 | Is the speaker the daughter in a family suddenly grown rich, talking to her mother? |
| 35989 | Is there a way to forget to think? |
| 35989 | Is there any more effective way of making known to the world the character and emotions peculiar to a man when soldier subordinates man? |
| 35989 | Is there, then, no thought of the character of the yeoman who is talking with burning indignation at the death of his friend? |
| 35989 | Is this a delicate hint at Ben''s habits? |
| 35989 | Is this one reason why hymns are no longer read aloud? |
| 35989 | It is heroic; why not then iambic? |
| 35989 | It is life against life: what good avails to the life- bereft?" |
| 35989 | It''s not your chance to have a bit of chalk, A wood- coal or the like? |
| 35989 | Last--Ah, there, what should I wish? |
| 35989 | Leave the world at peace, at strife?... |
| 35989 | Let it mark where the Great First King slumbers-- whose fame would ye know? |
| 35989 | Life, how and what is it? |
| 35989 | Look''ee here, stranger, whar_ hev_ you been? |
| 35989 | Loop up her tresses escaped from the comb, her fair auburn tresses; whilst wonderment guesses where was her home? |
| 35989 | Love, does that please you? |
| 35989 | MEMORABILIA Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? |
| 35989 | Many persons regard James Whitcomb Riley''s"Knee- deep in June"as a lyric; but has it enough unconsciousness for this? |
| 35989 | Many will be tempted to ask,"What has metre to do with the monologue?" |
| 35989 | May I take your hand in mine? |
| 35989 | May not David represent any human being facing some great undertaking? |
| 35989 | Might she have loved me? |
| 35989 | More gaming debts to pay? |
| 35989 | Must in death your daylight finish? |
| 35989 | Must see you-- you, and not with me? |
| 35989 | Must you go? |
| 35989 | My sons, ye would not be my death? |
| 35989 | My sun sets to rise again...."My experience being other, How should I contribute verse Worthy of your king and brother? |
| 35989 | Nay, what is the essence of the spirit of Shakespeare, the most dramatic of all poets? |
| 35989 | Night in the fosse? |
| 35989 | No sketches first, no studies, that''s long past: I do what many dream of, all their lives,--Dream? |
| 35989 | None double? |
| 35989 | Not a very gay life to lead you think? |
| 35989 | Not one fruit- sort can you spy? |
| 35989 | Note the importance of inflection in"Wanting is-- what?" |
| 35989 | Note the long pause followed by decided rising inflections on the words:"She will not turn aside?..." |
| 35989 | Note"( What''cicada''? |
| 35989 | Note, for example, such suggestions as,"How go on your flowers?" |
| 35989 | Now what can David, a youth, before the king, sing or say or do? |
| 35989 | Now, are these poems stories or monologues? |
| 35989 | Now, did you ever? |
| 35989 | Now, who shall arbitrate? |
| 35989 | O my Athens-- Sparta love thee? |
| 35989 | Of whom is he talking? |
| 35989 | Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, When''er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? |
| 35989 | Oh, that rose has prior claims-- Needs its leaden vase filled brimming? |
| 35989 | Oh, those melons? |
| 35989 | Or was his beginning to drink a method by which Browning suggests a comment of Ben''s to the effect that Shakespeare talked too much? |
| 35989 | Or was there a dearer one still, and a nearer one yet, than all other? |
| 35989 | Our dates shall we slight, When their juice brings a cure for all sorrow? |
| 35989 | Our elder boy has got the clear great brow; tho''when his brother''s black full eye shows scorn, it... Gismond here? |
| 35989 | Perceiving certain merits, he exclaims,"If a man can write such beautiful individual lines, why does he not make his whole story clear and simple?" |
| 35989 | Persia has come, we are here, where is She?" |
| 35989 | Prythee, why so mute? |
| 35989 | Prythee, why so mute? |
| 35989 | Prythee, why so pale? |
| 35989 | Prythee, why so pale? |
| 35989 | Return, O Jehovah; how long? |
| 35989 | SOME TYPICAL MONOLOGUES FROM BROWNING APPEARANCES And so you found that poor room dull, Dark, hardly to your taste, my Dear? |
| 35989 | Say, hast thou lied?" |
| 35989 | Shall she, whose body I embraced a night long, queen it in the day? |
| 35989 | She will not give me heaven? |
| 35989 | She will not hear my music? |
| 35989 | She will not turn aside? |
| 35989 | Since he chose to change Gold for dust, If I gave him what he praised Was it strange? |
| 35989 | Since there my past life lies, why alter it? |
| 35989 | So much, no whit more, my debtors-- How should one like me lay claim To that largest elders, betters Sell you cheap their souls for-- fame?... |
| 35989 | Some one may ask,--Why not take any story or lyric and give it directly to an imaginary listener, and only indirectly to the audience? |
| 35989 | Some one will ask, Why at the side? |
| 35989 | Somebody is talking, but about what? |
| 35989 | Somebody remarks Morello''s outline there is wrongly traced, His hue mistaken; what of that? |
| 35989 | Speak as they please, what does the mountain care? |
| 35989 | Still, all I care for, if he spoke the truth,( What he? |
| 35989 | Suddenly, with a totally different inflection, he returns to the thought of his tomb:"Did I say basalt for my slab, sons? |
| 35989 | Summer redundant, Blueness abundant,-- Where is the blot? |
| 35989 | Suppose they die? |
| 35989 | Swift as a weaver''s shuttle fleet our years: Man goeth to the grave, and where is he? |
| 35989 | THE LOST MISTRESS All''s over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? |
| 35989 | THE SPEAKER What is there peculiar about the monologue? |
| 35989 | Than I what godship to Athens more helpful of old? |
| 35989 | That Cousin here again? |
| 35989 | That his listener does not wholly agree with him, is indicated by"Why?" |
| 35989 | That lane sloped, much as the bottles do, From a house you could descry O''er the garden- wall: is the curtain blue Or green to a healthy eye? |
| 35989 | That''s the tale: its application? |
| 35989 | The look of wonder is sustained until there is a change to an intense, pointed inquiry:"Whar_ hev_ you been?" |
| 35989 | The present by the future, what is that? |
| 35989 | The question:"She will not give me heaven?..." |
| 35989 | The triumph was-- to reach and stay there; since I reached it ere the triumph, what is lost? |
| 35989 | The two lines"Said you found it somewhere,... Was it prose or was it rhyme?" |
| 35989 | Then, last of all,--What is the argument? |
| 35989 | There''s yet Another child to save? |
| 35989 | Therefore to whom turn I but to thee, the ineffable Name? |
| 35989 | They had answered"And afterward, what else?" |
| 35989 | This foot once planted on the goal, This glory- garland round my soul, Could I descry such? |
| 35989 | This hour my utmost art I prove And speak my passion-- heaven or hell? |
| 35989 | This is followed by another passionate dramatic climax,--"And didst thou visit him no more? |
| 35989 | This;--''tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do? |
| 35989 | Those loans? |
| 35989 | Thou, Heaven''s consummate cup, what needst thou with earth''s wheel? |
| 35989 | Till, at ending, all the judges Cry with one assent"Take the prize-- a prize who grudges Such a voice and instrument? |
| 35989 | To man, propose this test-- thy body at its best, How far can that project thy soul on its lone way? |
| 35989 | To whom does he speak? |
| 35989 | To whom does the soldier speak? |
| 35989 | To whom is the Duke speaking? |
| 35989 | To- morrow we meet the same then, dearest? |
| 35989 | W''y, child, not"_ twenty!_"When? |
| 35989 | WANTING IS-- WHAT? |
| 35989 | Wanting is-- what? |
| 35989 | Was I the world arraigned, were they my soul disdained, Right? |
| 35989 | Was he not obscure because he had chosen a new or unusual dramatic form? |
| 35989 | Was it prose or was it rhyme, Greek or Latin? |
| 35989 | Was it something said, Something done, Vexed him? |
| 35989 | Was it wrong to own, Being truth? |
| 35989 | Was the monologue spoken during a walk? |
| 35989 | Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? |
| 35989 | We were fellow mortals, naught beside? |
| 35989 | Well, at that moment, who should stalk forth boldly-- to my face, indeed-- but Gauthier? |
| 35989 | Well, had I riches of my own? |
| 35989 | Well, this cold clay clod Was man''s heart: Crumble it, and what comes next? |
| 35989 | Were they seven Strings the lyre possessed? |
| 35989 | What I answered? |
| 35989 | What act proved all its thought had been? |
| 35989 | What craft is it Duhl designs? |
| 35989 | What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm? |
| 35989 | What do you care for a beggar''s story? |
| 35989 | What does it all mean, poet? |
| 35989 | What does it all mean? |
| 35989 | What form of art could so effectively unmask the arch hypocrite in the"Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister"( p. 58)? |
| 35989 | What hand and brain went ever paired? |
| 35989 | What heart alike conceived and dared? |
| 35989 | What is he but a brute whose flesh hath soul to suit, Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play? |
| 35989 | What is it all about? |
| 35989 | What is the effect of the difference in rhyme of these two poems? |
| 35989 | What is the issue? |
| 35989 | What is the real meaning of dialect? |
| 35989 | What is the significance of the form given them by Browning, the metre, the length of line, and the stanzas? |
| 35989 | What kind of a man says this? |
| 35989 | What need to strive with a life awry? |
| 35989 | What of a villa? |
| 35989 | What other form of art could serve as an objective means of expressing those experiences? |
| 35989 | What principles apply to its use? |
| 35989 | What right had a lounger up their lane? |
| 35989 | What says the body when they spring some monstrous torture- engine''s whole strength on it? |
| 35989 | What so false as truth is, False to thee? |
| 35989 | What so wild as words are? |
| 35989 | What then? |
| 35989 | What though the earlier grooves which ran the laughing loves Around thy base, no longer pause and press? |
| 35989 | What though, about thy rim, skull- things in order grim Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress? |
| 35989 | What was gone, what remained? |
| 35989 | What was the chief cause of the almost universal failure to understand Browning? |
| 35989 | What was the occasion? |
| 35989 | What was the smile upon the face? |
| 35989 | What was the spirit with which it was spoken? |
| 35989 | What was the tenderness in the voice? |
| 35989 | What was the white you touched, There, at his side? |
| 35989 | What wife had Rafael, or has Agnolo? |
| 35989 | What will but felt the fleshy screen? |
| 35989 | What would Macbeth be to us without the soliloquies? |
| 35989 | What would one have? |
| 35989 | What would the play of"Hamlet"be without the uncoverings of Hamlet''s inmost thought when alone? |
| 35989 | What, brother Lippo''s doings, up and down, You know them, and they take you? |
| 35989 | What, have fear of change from thee who art ever the same? |
| 35989 | What, my soul? |
| 35989 | What, off again? |
| 35989 | What, torment enough is it? |
| 35989 | What? |
| 35989 | When does a character begin to speak, that is, in answer to what,--as a result of what event, act, or word? |
| 35989 | Where do you think the money''s to come from? |
| 35989 | Where had I been now if the worst befell? |
| 35989 | Where is he? |
| 35989 | Where is he? |
| 35989 | Where shall he locate this listener, and why in that particular place? |
| 35989 | Wherefore Keep on casting pearls To a-- poet? |
| 35989 | Wherefore? |
| 35989 | While hand and eye and something of a heart Are left me, work''s my ware, and what''s it worth? |
| 35989 | Who can declaim as a speech or as if to an audience"John Anderson, my Jo,"or"The Lover''s Appeal,"and not feel the situation to be ludicrous? |
| 35989 | Who ever receives an impression of the splendid music while Brunhilde stands holding by the bridle a great cart- horse? |
| 35989 | Who is speaking, and to whom is the monologue addressed? |
| 35989 | Who knoweth the power of thine anger, And thy wrath according to the fear that is due unto thee? |
| 35989 | Who knows but the world may end to- night? |
| 35989 | Who knows what''s fit for us? |
| 35989 | Who was her father? |
| 35989 | Who was her mother? |
| 35989 | Who''d stoop to blame This sort of trifling? |
| 35989 | Why am I not loath To look that, even that in the face too? |
| 35989 | Why are the stanzas of"In a Year"longer than those of"A Woman''s Last Word"? |
| 35989 | Why did he say all this to such a person? |
| 35989 | Why did not Browning make his hero tell his own story? |
| 35989 | Why did not I put a power Of thanks in a look, or sing it? |
| 35989 | Why did not you pinch a flower In a pellet of clay and fling it? |
| 35989 | Why difficult? |
| 35989 | Why do I need you? |
| 35989 | Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? |
| 35989 | Why is it I dare Think but lightly of such impuissance? |
| 35989 | Why is"Hervà © Riel"in trochaic movement? |
| 35989 | Why is"The Last Ride Together"iambic? |
| 35989 | Why not reform? |
| 35989 | Why pale in my presence?" |
| 35989 | Why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized? |
| 35989 | Why should I speak of sale? |
| 35989 | Why should all the giving prove His alone? |
| 35989 | Why should it perpetuate ignorance? |
| 35989 | Why should not art be as accurate as science? |
| 35989 | Why was his real message or spirit understood by few forty years after he began to write? |
| 35989 | Why, all men strive and who succeeds? |
| 35989 | Why? |
| 35989 | Will it? |
| 35989 | Will ye ever eat my heart? |
| 35989 | Will you? |
| 35989 | Will''t please you rise? |
| 35989 | Will''t please you sit and look at her? |
| 35989 | Will, if looking well ca n''t move her, Looking ill prevail? |
| 35989 | Will, when speaking well ca n''t win her, Saying nothing do''t? |
| 35989 | Without the monologue could such a marvellous interpretation be possible? |
| 35989 | Would I beg your son to cheer my dark if Mulà © ykeh died? |
| 35989 | Would I suffer for him that I love? |
| 35989 | Would I suffer for him that I love? |
| 35989 | Written, spoken, Here''s my lifelong work: and where-- Where''s your warrant or my token I''m the dead king''s son and heir? |
| 35989 | Yer mother did afore you, when her folks objected to me-- Yit here I am, and here you air; and yer mother-- where is she? |
| 35989 | Yet, after all, were these the chief causes? |
| 35989 | You acquiesce, and shall I repine? |
| 35989 | You do n''t rikollect her, I reckon? |
| 35989 | You smile? |
| 35989 | You turn your face, but does it bring your heart? |
| 35989 | Zooks, what''s to blame? |
| 35989 | a cricket( What"cicada"? |
| 35989 | and you want to git married that day? |
| 35989 | but where was the sign? |
| 35989 | but where was the sign?''" |
| 35989 | have you more to spend? |
| 35989 | he gracious began:"How is it,--Athens, only in Hellas, holds me aloof? |
| 35989 | he waits outside? |
| 35989 | here, the parts shift? |
| 35989 | how could we receive such suggestions, such glimpses into man''s spiritual nature? |
| 35989 | once quench it, what help is left? |
| 35989 | or care for the plight Of the palm''s self whose slow growth produced them? |
| 35989 | or else, Rightly traced and well ordered; what of that? |
| 35989 | see thus far and no farther? |
| 35989 | see thus far and no farther? |
| 35989 | tenderly? |
| 35989 | to make such a soul, Such a body, and then such an earth for insphering the whole? |
| 35989 | was it touch of hand, Turn of head? |
| 35989 | what atones? |
| 35989 | what does he to please you more? |
| 35989 | what more could he do? |
| 35989 | what stops my despair? |
| 35989 | what was it I came on, of wonders that are? |
| 35989 | when doors great and small, Nine- and- ninety flew ope at our touch, should the hundredth appal? |
| 35989 | when doors great and small, Nine- and- ninety flew ope at our touch, should the hundredth appal? |
| 35989 | why, who but Michel Agnolo? |
| 35989 | you find it strange? |
| 35989 | you smiled for that? |
| 35989 | your myrtle- bush wants trimming? |
| 9067 | Burn and not smoulder, win by worth, Not rest content with a wealth that''s dearth? 9067 Do you take me for a child to be amused with a rattle? |
| 9067 | I beg your pardon, Madam, but would you kindly grant me an interview? 9067 Is one day more so long to wait? |
| 9067 | Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of tears? |
| 9067 | That chord now-- a groan or a grunt is''t? 9067 That was pretty good, was n''t it?" |
| 9067 | The game? |
| 9067 | 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? |
| 9067 | What, and is it really you again? |
| 9067 | Why do n''t you come out, John, and be a man? 9067 Your heart''s queen, you dethrone her?" |
| 9067 | ''Doth as he likes, or wherefore Lord? |
| 9067 | ''Tis something, nay''tis much: but then, Have you yourself what''s best for men? |
| 9067 | ''s surprising fate? |
| 9067 | ( And after all, our patient Lazarus Is stark mad; should we count on what he says? |
| 9067 | *****[ What, what? |
| 9067 | -- How many precious months and years Of youth had passed, that speed so fast, Before we found it out at last, The world, and what it fears? |
| 9067 | --What, my soul? |
| 9067 | ... just to fail as they, seemed best, And all the doubt was now-- should I be fit? |
| 9067 | A Voice spoke thence which straight unlinked Fancy from fact: see, all''s in ken: Has once my eyelid winked? |
| 9067 | A good time, was it not, my kingly days? |
| 9067 | A hero out of a dull, sexless pedant? |
| 9067 | A man raised from the dead? |
| 9067 | Ages ago, a lady there, At the farthest window facing the East Asked,"Who rides by with the royal air?" |
| 9067 | Ah, but a man''s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what''s a heaven for? |
| 9067 | Alive? |
| 9067 | All happy: needs must we so have been, Since who could be otherwise? |
| 9067 | All here? |
| 9067 | All serene: What dark was to banish, what light to screen? |
| 9067 | All shame, all womanly reserve are gone: what does anything matter now? |
| 9067 | 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? |
| 9067 | And have you brought my tercel back? |
| 9067 | And he bade them fetch Some subtle moulder of brazen shapes--"Can the soul, the will, die out of a man Ere his body find the grave that gapes?" |
| 9067 | And here we are riding, she and I. V Fail I alone, in words and deeds? |
| 9067 | And now? |
| 9067 | And wherefore out? |
| 9067 | And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue, Sure to taste sweetly,--is that poison too? |
| 9067 | Another smile? |
| 9067 | Are balm seeds not here To console us? |
| 9067 | Are we sure it is honor, and not himself, he loves more? |
| 9067 | Are you-- poor, sick, old ere your time-- Nearer one whit your own sublime Than we who never have turned a rhyme? |
| 9067 | As here I lie In this state- chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I ask"Do I live, am I dead?" |
| 9067 | At Nature dost thou shrink amazed? |
| 9067 | Ay, himself loves what does him good; but why? |
| 9067 | Ay, of all the artists living, loving, None but would forego his proper dowry,-- Does he paint? |
| 9067 | Ay, to save and redeem and restore him, maintain at the height This perfection,--succeed with life''s day- spring, death''s minute of night? |
| 9067 | BROWNING''S REJECTED LOVERS THE LOST MISTRESS 1845 All''s over, then; does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? |
| 9067 | Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same,--Framework which waits for a picture to frame: What of the leafage, what of the flower? |
| 9067 | Body hides-- where? |
| 9067 | But is this not intentional and absolutely right? |
| 9067 | But many more of the kind As good, nay, better perchance: is this your comfort to me? |
| 9067 | But when the heart suffers a blow, Will the pain pass so soon, do you know? |
| 9067 | But when the heart suffers a blow, Will the pain pass so soon, do you know?" |
| 9067 | But wherefore rough, why cold and ill at ease? |
| 9067 | But, as a writer in a southern journal expressed it, Why do these aged curiosities never tell us what use they have made of this prolonged existence? |
| 9067 | CHORUS.--_King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
| 9067 | CHORUS.--_King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
| 9067 | CONFESSIONS 1864 What is he buzzing in my ears? |
| 9067 | Caliban speaks in the third person( does Browning make a slip when he changes occasionally to the first?) |
| 9067 | Can a man who has looked on the face of God, and dwelt in the heavenly places, talk about it to others? |
| 9067 | Can your world''s phrase, your sense of things Forth- figure the Star of my God? |
| 9067 | Contrariwise, he loves both old and young, Able and weak, affects the very brutes And birds-- how say I? |
| 9067 | Costs it more pain that this, ye call A"great event,"should come to pass, Than that? |
| 9067 | Darkest doubt Or deepest despondency keeps you out? |
| 9067 | Did I say basalt for my slab, sons? |
| 9067 | Did he flatter himself they were beautiful? |
| 9067 | Did he guess how toadstools grow, this fellow? |
| 9067 | Did not he magnify the mind, show clear Just what it all meant? |
| 9067 | Did she live and love it all her life- time? |
| 9067 | Did the awful mountains in the blood- red sunset dissolve as the walls of Jericho fell to a similar sound? |
| 9067 | Did the man love his office? |
| 9067 | Did the round, squat Tower vanish like a dream- phantom? |
| 9067 | Did we not buy the book with the expectation of receiving immediate pleasure? |
| 9067 | Did you ever see a picture of a lasso, in the act of being flung? |
| 9067 | Did you ever stand in front of the picture by Lorenzo that Browning had in mind, and observe the churlish saints? |
| 9067 | Do I find love so full in my nature, God''s ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? |
| 9067 | Do I hold the Past Thus firm and fast Yet doubt if the Future hold I can? |
| 9067 | Do I task any faculty highest, to image success? |
| 9067 | Do I view the world as a vale of tears? |
| 9067 | Do you forget already words like those?) |
| 9067 | Do you really prefer virtue to your own ease, comfort and happiness? |
| 9067 | Do you strive to the uttermost toward that goal? |
| 9067 | Does Browning''s best poetry smell of mortality? |
| 9067 | Does it mean that the expected bolt from the sky has not fallen, that God approves of the murder? |
| 9067 | Does the Empire grudge You''ve gained what no Republic missed? |
| 9067 | Doubt that thy power can fill the heart that thy power expands? |
| 9067 | Doubt you whether This she felt as, looking at me, Mine and her souls rushed together? |
| 9067 | Doubt you whether This she felt as,_ looking at me_, Mine and her souls rushed together? |
| 9067 | Draw close: that conflagration of my church--What then? |
| 9067 | Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? |
| 9067 | Earth being so good, would heaven seem best? |
| 9067 | Eh? |
| 9067 | Eh? |
| 9067 | Enough: for you doubt, you hope, O men, You fear, you agonize, die: what then? |
| 9067 | First the Duchesse:"Mine for me-- Who were it but God''s for Him, And the King''s for-- who but he? |
| 9067 | For whom did he cheer and laugh else, While Noll''s damned troopers shot him? |
| 9067 | For, do n''t you mark? |
| 9067 | Frets doubt the maw- crammed beast? |
| 9067 | Frets doubt the maw- crammed beast? |
| 9067 | Friend, did you need an optic glass, Which were your choice? |
| 9067 | GIVE A ROUSE I King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
| 9067 | Gay he rode, with a friend as gay, Till he threw his head back--"Who is she?" |
| 9067 | 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? |
| 9067 | Have I forethought? |
| 9067 | Have I knowledge? |
| 9067 | Have I read the roll? |
| 9067 | Have we withered or agonised? |
| 9067 | Have we withered or agonized? |
| 9067 | Have you no assurance that, earth at end, Wrong will prove right? |
| 9067 | He hath a spite against me, that I know, Just as He favours Prosper, who knows why? |
| 9067 | He said,"What''s time? |
| 9067 | He treats earth''s creatures as a wanton boy treats his toys; they belong to me; why should n''t I break them if I choose? |
| 9067 | Her wounded vanity, her anguish at the Court''s ostracism? |
| 9067 | 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? |
| 9067 | Here, the creature surpass the Creator,--the end, what Began? |
| 9067 | Here, the parts shift? |
| 9067 | How can a man with any blood in him pore over miserable books, when life is so sweet? |
| 9067 | How can he now think that the same God who expanded his heart lacks the power to fill it? |
| 9067 | How could it end in any other way? |
| 9067 | How could she know whether De Lorge was sincere or not? |
| 9067 | How could the Lady satisfy her mind? |
| 9067 | How could the architect that dreamed those wonderful columns and arches have made those hideous gargoyles? |
| 9067 | How could the great Shakespeare, who had proved so often his capacity as an artist, have made such an appalling blunder? |
| 9067 | How couldst understand, alas, What our pale ghosts strove to say, As their shades did glance and pass Before thee night and day? |
| 9067 | How do they spend their time in the spiritual world? |
| 9067 | How else Shall ye contrast my frieze to come beneath? |
| 9067 | How go on your flowers? |
| 9067 | How long I stagnated there where weak and strong, The wise and the foolish, right and wrong, Are merged alike in a neutral Best, Can I tell? |
| 9067 | How rolls the Wairoa at your world''s far end? |
| 9067 | How shall we best manage? |
| 9067 | How should we clothe, how arm the spirit Shall next thy post of life inherit-- How guard him from thy speedy ruin? |
| 9067 | I asked"Some love, some faith you keep?" |
| 9067 | I followed after, And asked, as a grace, what it all meant? |
| 9067 | I never met His face before, but, at first view, I felt quite sure that God had set Himself to Satan; who would spend A minute''s mistrust on the end? |
| 9067 | I set the watch,--how should the people know? |
| 9067 | I touched a man on the shoulder, and I said, What is that idiot talking about? |
| 9067 | I''ve better counsellors; what counsel they?" |
| 9067 | II Not that, amassing flowers, Youth sighed"Which rose make ours, Which lily leave and then as best recall?" |
| 9067 | II What? |
| 9067 | II Who gave me the goods that went since? |
| 9067 | III Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? |
| 9067 | III Now, what is it makes pulsate the robe? |
| 9067 | III To whom used my boy George quaff else, By the old fool''s side that begot him? |
| 9067 | III You and I would rather read that volume,( Taken to his beating bosom by it) Lean and list the bosom- beats of Rafael, Would we not? |
| 9067 | IV In sight? |
| 9067 | IV That in the mortar-- you call it a gum? |
| 9067 | IV Who? |
| 9067 | IX Wherefore? |
| 9067 | IX Who knows what''s fit for us? |
| 9067 | If He caught me here, O''erheard this speech, and asked"What chucklest at?" |
| 9067 | If it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me? |
| 9067 | If she wished not the rash deed''s recallment? |
| 9067 | If she wished not the rash deed''s recalment? |
| 9067 | If the Supreme Force we recognise were really a God of Love, who died to save us? |
| 9067 | If we are so affected by_ hearing_ the Ninth Symphony, what must have been the sensations of Beethoven at its birth? |
| 9067 | If you think there is really anything interesting in the yarn, why do n''t you seek out the magician who brought him back to life? |
| 9067 | If you would sit thus by me every night I should work better, do you comprehend? |
| 9067 | In Goethe''s novel, Charlotte thus addresses the Captain:"Would you tell me briefly what is meant here by Affinities?" |
| 9067 | In a minute can lovers exchange a word? |
| 9067 | In me did such potency wake a pulse Could trouble tranquillity that lulls Not lashes inertion till throes convulse Soul''s quietude into discontent? |
| 9067 | In the least things have faith, yet distrust in the greatest of all? |
| 9067 | Is Saul dead? |
| 9067 | Is an end to your life''s work out of ken? |
| 9067 | Is he not such an one as moves to mirth-- Warily parsimonious, when no need, Wasteful as drunkenness at undue times? |
| 9067 | Is there a reason in metre? |
| 9067 | Is there any cause in nature for these hard hearts? |
| 9067 | Is virtue the greatest thing in_ your_ life? |
| 9067 | Kentish and loyalists, keep we not here CHORUS.--_Marching along, fifty- score strong_,_ Great- hearted gentlemen, singing this song_? |
| 9067 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
| 9067 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
| 9067 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
| 9067 | Language? |
| 9067 | Life, how and what is it? |
| 9067 | Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel--Being-- who? |
| 9067 | Long he lived nameless: how should spring take note Winter would follow? |
| 9067 | Lost from the naked world: earth, sky, Hill, vale, tree, flower,--Italia''s rare O''er- running beauty crowds the eye-- But flame? |
| 9067 | Love, does that please, you? |
| 9067 | Mark Twain said cheerfully,"Methuselah lived nine hundred and sixty- nine years; but what of that? |
| 9067 | May I take your hand in mine? |
| 9067 | May I take your hand in mine? |
| 9067 | May a brother speak? |
| 9067 | May his soul find grace I XXI Our elder boy has got the clear Great brow; tho''when his brother''s black Full eye shows scorn, it... Gismond here? |
| 9067 | Might she have loved me? |
| 9067 | Milton made a splendid hero out of the Devil, But a hero out of a nincompoop? |
| 9067 | Milton''s bitter cry Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neæra''s hair? |
| 9067 | More gaming debts to pay? |
| 9067 | Must a game be played for the sake of pelf? |
| 9067 | Must one more recreant to his race Die with unexerted powers, And join us, leaving as he found The world, he was to loosen, bound? |
| 9067 | Must see you-- you, and not with me? |
| 9067 | Must you go? |
| 9067 | My dance is finished?" |
| 9067 | My heart seemed full as it could hold? |
| 9067 | My sons, ye would not be my death? |
| 9067 | No sketches first, no studies, that''s long past: I do what many dream of, all their lives,--Dream? |
| 9067 | No want-- whatever should be, is now: No growth-- that''s change, and change comes-- how To royalty born with crown on brow? |
| 9067 | None double Not one fruit- sort can you spy? |
| 9067 | None preferred, None felt distaste when better and worse Were uncontrastable: bless or curse What-- in that uniform universe? |
| 9067 | Not a churlish saint, Lorenzo Monaco? |
| 9067 | Not hear? |
| 9067 | Not let them alone, but deftly shear And shred and reduce to-- what may suit Children, beyond dispute? |
| 9067 | Not make one blossom man''s and ours? |
| 9067 | Not see? |
| 9067 | Nothing begins-- so needs to end: Where fell it short at first? |
| 9067 | Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene''er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? |
| 9067 | Oh, that rose has prior claims-- Needs its leaden vase filled brimming? |
| 9067 | On the other hand, the accomplished poet, musician, and critic, Sidney Lanier, remarked:"Have you seen Browning''s_ The Ring and the Book_? |
| 9067 | On vain recourse, as I conjecture it, To his tried virtue, for miraculous help-- How could he stop the earthquake? |
| 9067 | Or does it mean that the Power above is wholly indifferent,"when the sky, which noticed all, makes no disclosure"? |
| 9067 | Or was the sound of the horn the last breath of the hero? |
| 9067 | Our dates shall we slight, When their juice brings a cure for all sorrow? |
| 9067 | PROLOGUE 1889 The Poet''s age is sad: for why? |
| 9067 | PROLOGUE TO_ JOCOSERIA_ 1883 Wanting is-- what? |
| 9067 | Please Him and hinder this?--What Prosper does? |
| 9067 | Prose, verse? |
| 9067 | Proves she as the paved work of a sapphire Seen by Moses when he climbed the mountain? |
| 9067 | Proves she like some portent of an iceberg Swimming full upon the ship it founders, Hungry with huge teeth of splintered crystals? |
| 9067 | Punctual as Springtide forth peep they: But I ought to pluck and impound them, eh? |
| 9067 | REPHAN 1889 How I lived, ere my human life began In this world of yours,--like you, made man,-- When my home was the Star of my God Rephan? |
| 9067 | Roland remembers with cruel agony the ruddy young face of Cuthbert, glowing under its yellow hair: was there ever such a magnificent fellow? |
| 9067 | Say, hast thou lied?" |
| 9067 | Shall I flinch? |
| 9067 | Shall she whose body I embraced A night long, queen it in the day? |
| 9067 | She went out''mid hooting and laughter; Clement Marot stayed; I followed after, And asked, as a grace, what it all meant? |
| 9067 | She will not give me heaven? |
| 9067 | She will not hear my music? |
| 9067 | She will not turn aside? |
| 9067 | Simply the desire for possession, or the desire that the beloved object should be incomparably pure and unsullied by defeat and disgrace? |
| 9067 | Since the dawn of human speculative thought, philosophers have asked this question, What is the highest good? |
| 9067 | Since there my past life lies, why alter it? |
| 9067 | Sludge, the Medium_"? |
| 9067 | So our Grammarian, full of diseases, paralysed from the waist down, the death rattle in his throat-- what does he say to the faithful watchers? |
| 9067 | Somebody remarks Morello''s outline there is wrongly traced, His hue mistaken; what of that? |
| 9067 | Speak as they please, what does the mountain care? |
| 9067 | Still, all I care for, if he spoke the truth,( What he? |
| 9067 | Such a theory may help to explain the powerful line in_ Rabbi Ben Ezra_: Irks care the cropfull bird? |
| 9067 | Summer redundant, Blueness abundant,--Where is the blot? |
| 9067 | Suppose they die? |
| 9067 | Swift as a weaver''s shuttle fleet our years: Man goeth to the grave, and where is he? |
| 9067 | That Cousin here again? |
| 9067 | That lane sloped, much as the bottles do, From a house you could descry O''er the garden- wall; is the curtain blue Or green to a healthy eye? |
| 9067 | That they, unless through Him, do nought at all, And must submit: what other use in things? |
| 9067 | The blow a glove gives is but weak: Does the mark yet discolour my cheek? |
| 9067 | The blow a glove gives is but weak: Does the mark yet discolour my cheek? |
| 9067 | The lambent flame is-- where? |
| 9067 | The man is apathetic, you deduce? |
| 9067 | The short poem_ Which_? |
| 9067 | 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? |
| 9067 | The thrush seems to say,"You think that beautiful melody is an accident? |
| 9067 | The triumph was-- to reach and stay there; since I reached it ere the triumph, what is lost? |
| 9067 | The very God I think, Abib; dost thou think? |
| 9067 | They honestly believe that the attitude of the mind in apprehending poetry should be passive, not active: is not the poet a public entertainer? |
| 9067 | This fine sportsmanlike hero remarks, She will not give me heaven? |
| 9067 | This foot once planted on the goal, This glory- garland round my soul, Could I descry such? |
| 9067 | This hour my utmost art I prove And speak my passion- heaven or hell? |
| 9067 | This hour my utmost art I prove And speak my passion-- heaven or hell? |
| 9067 | This man said rather,"Actual life comes next? |
| 9067 | Thither our path lies; wind we up the heights: Wait ye the warning? |
| 9067 | Those loans? |
| 9067 | Thou, heaven''s consummate cup, what need''st thou with earth''s wheel? |
| 9067 | Time brings No hope, no fear: as to- day, shall be To- morrow: advance or retreat need we At our stand- still through eternity? |
| 9067 | To fix me thus meant nothing? |
| 9067 | To man, propose this test-- Thy body at its best, How far can that project thy soul on its lone way? |
| 9067 | To- morrow we meet the same then, dearest? |
| 9067 | Tomorrow we meet the same then, dearest? |
| 9067 | V Dante once prepared to paint an angel: Whom to please? |
| 9067 | V How did it happen, my poor boy? |
| 9067 | V What of a villa? |
| 9067 | VI Is it better in May, I ask you? |
| 9067 | VI Oh, those melons? |
| 9067 | VI What hand and brain went ever paired? |
| 9067 | VII Is it ever hot in the square? |
| 9067 | VII Quick-- is it finished? |
| 9067 | VII What does it all mean, poet? |
| 9067 | VIII What is he but a brute Whose flesh has soul to suit, Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play? |
| 9067 | VIII What of Rafael''s sonnets, Dante''s picture? |
| 9067 | Very well, do_ you_ act as if you believed what you say? |
| 9067 | WHICH? |
| 9067 | Was I, the world arraigned, Were they, my soul disdained, Right? |
| 9067 | Was it Thou, above all lights that are, Prime Potency, did Thy hand unbar The prison- gate of Rephan my Star? |
| 9067 | Was it not great? |
| 9067 | Was some such understanding''twixt the two? |
| 9067 | Was there ever a greater study in passionate cooperation between man and beast than this splendid poem? |
| 9067 | We love the country for a change, for a rest, for its novelty: how many of us would be willing to live there the year around? |
| 9067 | We were fellow mortals, nought beside? |
| 9067 | Well, I could never write a verse,--could you? |
| 9067 | Well, had I riches of my own? |
| 9067 | Well, what of it? |
| 9067 | Were this no pleasure, lying in the thyme, Drinking the mash, with brain become alive, Making and marring clay at will? |
| 9067 | What I answered? |
| 9067 | What act proved all its thought had been? |
| 9067 | What are his last words? |
| 9067 | What bad use was that engine for, that wheel, Or brake, not wheel-- that harrow fit to reel Men''s bodies out like silk? |
| 9067 | What consoles but this? |
| 9067 | What difference does it make whether he deliberately poisoned her, or whether he simply broke her heart by the daily chill of silent contempt? |
| 9067 | What difference does it make whether she actively threw out the children or allowed the wolves to take them? |
| 9067 | What do I care whether he be a coward, a craven, a scoundrel, a hissing and a byword, so long as he loves me most of all? |
| 9067 | What do they see? |
| 9067 | What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm? |
| 9067 | What do we care about her story? |
| 9067 | What does the rejected lover mean by such brave words as"pride"and"thankfulness"? |
| 9067 | What else should he be set for, with his staff? |
| 9067 | What fancy was it turned your brain? |
| 9067 | What further may be sought for or declared? |
| 9067 | What had I on earth to do With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly? |
| 9067 | What happened when he blew his horn? |
| 9067 | What heart alike conceived and dared? |
| 9067 | What i''the way of final flourish? |
| 9067 | What if the souls in our ridiculously ugly bodies become greater and grander than the marble men of Pheidias? |
| 9067 | What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? |
| 9067 | What is a dramatic lyric? |
| 9067 | What is love? |
| 9067 | What is the issue? |
| 9067 | What is the meaning of that last enigmatical line? |
| 9067 | What lacks then of perfection fit for God But just the instance which this tale supplies Of love without a limit? |
| 9067 | What lies above? |
| 9067 | What life o''erbrims The body,--the house, no eye can probe,-- Divined as, beneath a robe, the limbs? |
| 9067 | What made those holes and rents In the dock''s harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to balk All hope of greenness? |
| 9067 | What matter to me if their star is a world? |
| 9067 | What need to strive with a life awry? |
| 9067 | What paid the bloodless man for so much pains? |
| 9067 | What penned them there, with all the plain to choose? |
| 9067 | What right had a lounger up their lane? |
| 9067 | What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture- engine''s whole Strength on it? |
| 9067 | What stops my despair? |
| 9067 | What then? |
| 9067 | What though, about thy rim, Scull- things in order grim Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress? |
| 9067 | What was gone, what remained? |
| 9067 | What was the pain in her heart? |
| 9067 | What wife had Rafael, or has Agnolo? |
| 9067 | What will but felt the fleshly screen? |
| 9067 | What would one have? |
| 9067 | What''s death? |
| 9067 | What''s the Greek name for Swine''s Snout? |
| 9067 | What''s the use of being God, if you ca n''t do what you like? |
| 9067 | What, have fear of change from thee who art ever the same? |
| 9067 | What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare All travellers who might find him posted there, And ask the road? |
| 9067 | What, torment enough is it? |
| 9067 | What? |
| 9067 | When a man''s busy, why, leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure:''Faith, and at leisure once is he? |
| 9067 | When altogether old B. disappeared And young C. got his mistress,--was''t our friend, His letter to the King, that did it all? |
| 9067 | When the trouble grew in my pregnant breast A voice said"So wouldst thou strive, not rest?" |
| 9067 | Whence has the man the balm that brightens all? |
| 9067 | Where are these lovers now? |
| 9067 | Where are you, dear old friend? |
| 9067 | Where does he live, whence does he get his sources of inspiration, and how does he pass his time? |
| 9067 | Where had I been now if the worst befell? |
| 9067 | Where is the loved one''s face? |
| 9067 | Where then shall we seek it? |
| 9067 | Which has the best chance to be with God? |
| 9067 | Which is the more interesting, to read a heavy treatise on botany, or to behold roses? |
| 9067 | While hand and eye and something of a heart Are left me, work''s my ware, and what''s it worth? |
| 9067 | While he smites, how can he but remember, So he smote before, in such a peril, When they stood and mocked--"Shall smiting help us?" |
| 9067 | While these wait the trump of doom, How do their spirits pass, I wonder, Nights and days in the narrow room? |
| 9067 | Who cares to hear her defence? |
| 9067 | Who found me in wine you drank once? |
| 9067 | Who helped me to gold I spent since? |
| 9067 | Who is the most virtuous among the four? |
| 9067 | Who knows but the world may end to- night? |
| 9067 | Who made shall mend In the higher sphere to which yearnings tend? |
| 9067 | Who raised me the house that sank once? |
| 9067 | Who studious in our art Shall count a little labour unrepaid? |
| 9067 | Who that one, you ask? |
| 9067 | Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage, Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank Soil to a plash? |
| 9067 | Who''d stoop to blame This sort of trifling? |
| 9067 | Why am I not loth To look that, even that in the face too? |
| 9067 | Why could n''t I keep still? |
| 9067 | Why did I have to mention it? |
| 9067 | Why do I need you? |
| 9067 | Why do the heathen rage? |
| 9067 | Why do they not let Browning alone, and read somebody they can understand? |
| 9067 | Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? |
| 9067 | Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? |
| 9067 | Why is it I dare Think but lightly of such impuissance? |
| 9067 | Why is it that an inspired man should make poems of exactly fourteen lines in 1580 and in 1880, and not do it in 1680? |
| 9067 | Why is it that writers put their ideas on God, Nature, and Woman in the form of a drama in 1600, and in the form of a novel in 1900? |
| 9067 | Why not soft like the phial''s, enticing and dim? |
| 9067 | Why rushed the discords in but that harmony might be prized? |
| 9067 | Why rushed the discords in, but that harmony should be prized? |
| 9067 | Why should I speak? |
| 9067 | Why take the artistic way to prove so much? |
| 9067 | Why these contrasts? |
| 9067 | Why tremble the sprays? |
| 9067 | Why write of trivial matters, things of price Calling at every moment for remark? |
| 9067 | Why"small"? |
| 9067 | Why, all men strive and who succeeds? |
| 9067 | Why? |
| 9067 | Will it? |
| 9067 | Will its record stay?" |
| 9067 | Will the night send a howlet or a bat? |
| 9067 | Will ye ever eat my heart? |
| 9067 | Will you? |
| 9067 | Will''t please you rise? |
| 9067 | Will''t please you sit and look at her? |
| 9067 | 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? |
| 9067 | Would I suffer for him that I love? |
| 9067 | Would it not be wonderful, Professor, if Lazarus were right? |
| 9067 | Would not I smash it with my foot? |
| 9067 | Would you have him talk like the lover in_ Evelyn Hope_? |
| 9067 | XI And what is our failure here but a triumph''s evidence For the fulness of the days? |
| 9067 | XI I? |
| 9067 | XI Is it done? |
| 9067 | XVI What, there''s nothing in the moon noteworthy? |
| 9067 | XVII What were seen? |
| 9067 | XXII Now, who shall arbitrate? |
| 9067 | XXIX What though the earlier grooves Which ran the laughing loves Around thy base, no longer pause and press? |
| 9067 | Yet stay: my Syrian blinketh gratefully, Protesteth his devotion is my price-- Suppose I write what harms not, though he steal? |
| 9067 | Yet we chose thee a birthplace Where the richness ran to flowers: Couldst not sing one song for grace? |
| 9067 | You acquiesce, and shall I repine? |
| 9067 | You do n''t suppose anything Paul could say would have any weight for men like me? |
| 9067 | You do n''t suppose for a moment that Paul knows anything I do n''t know? |
| 9067 | You of the virtue( we issue join) How strive you? |
| 9067 | You smile? |
| 9067 | You turn your face, but does it bring your heart? |
| 9067 | You virtuous people( I see by your expression you disapprove and are ready to quarrel with me) how strive you? |
| 9067 | You wanted to be Buonaparte And have the Tuileries for toy, And could not, so it broke your heart? |
| 9067 | _ Affliction sore long time he bore_, or, what is it to be? |
| 9067 | _ Re- united to his wife_( How draw up the paper lets the parish- people know?) |
| 9067 | but where was the sign? |
| 9067 | did not he throw on God,( He loves the burthen)-- God''s task to make the heavenly period Perfect the earthen? |
| 9067 | have you more to spend? |
| 9067 | he fain would write a poem,-- Does he write? |
| 9067 | he waits outside? |
| 9067 | my favorite student, carefully trained in science, to swallow the story of the first madman or swindler he meets? |
| 9067 | never care for gain, The present by the future, what is that? |
| 9067 | or care for the plight Of the palm''s self whose slow growth produced them? |
| 9067 | or else, Rightly traced and well ordered; what of that? |
| 9067 | quoth I:"And was I so better off up there?" |
| 9067 | quoth I:"And was I so better off up there?" |
| 9067 | quoth I:"I again, what else did you expect?" |
| 9067 | quoth I:"I again, what else did you expect?" |
| 9067 | see thus far and no farther? |
| 9067 | tenderly? |
| 9067 | to make such a soul, Such a body, and then such an earth for insphering the whole? |
| 9067 | what atones? |
| 9067 | what difference does it make now? |
| 9067 | what do we care for the world''s good word? |
| 9067 | what does he to please you more? |
| 9067 | what hangman hands Pin to his breast a parchment? |
| 9067 | when doors great and small, Nine- and- ninety flew ope at our touch, should the hundredth appall? |
| 9067 | why, who but Michel Agnolo? |
| 9067 | you smiled for that? |
| 9067 | your myrtle- bush wants trimming? |
| 29365 | ''Here he comes, holds in mouth this time--What may the thing be? 29365 ''Why?'' |
| 29365 | ''_ Hamlet._ What are they children? 29365 But the low come close:"what then? |
| 29365 | Come,-- You could not be the young man? |
| 29365 | Eh? 29365 Enter in the heart?" |
| 29365 | Good folks,thought I, as resolve grew stronger,"This way you perform the Grand- Inquisitor When the weather sends you a chance visitor? |
| 29365 | Hast Thou spoke Plainly in that? 29365 Here''s a quarrel that sets the land on fire, between King George and his foes: What call has a man of your kind-- much less, a woman-- to interpose? |
| 29365 | How would you like to read yourself the tale Properly told, of which I gave you first Merely such notion as a boy could bear? 29365 I do n''t know what he wrote-- how should I? |
| 29365 | I? |
| 29365 | Is the counsel hard to follow? 29365 Is there a reason in nature for these hard hearts?" |
| 29365 | Is this thy final choice? 29365 Kingship"quotha? |
| 29365 | Next week is now: does he come? 29365 No longer? |
| 29365 | Nor ever were? |
| 29365 | Pray, is the pleasant gentleman described Exact the portrait which my''_ f- f- friends_''Recognize as so like? 29365 So, you accept him?" |
| 29365 | Such the turn,said I,"the matter takes with you? |
| 29365 | The world gone, yet the world is here? 29365 Till death us do part?" |
| 29365 | Truth-- this attainment? 29365 Unlock my heart with a sonnet key?" |
| 29365 | Well, but your turning- point of life,--what''s here To hinder you contesting Finsbury With Orton, next election? 29365 Well, what did disdain do next, Think you?" |
| 29365 | What is a siege and what is Troy? |
| 29365 | What matter though my trust were gone From natural things? 29365 What think ye of Christ,"friend? |
| 29365 | When was I most brave? 29365 Where the carcass is There shall the eagles"--what''s the rest? |
| 29365 | 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? |
| 29365 | You-- a soldier? 29365 ''I prythee what?'' 29365 ''Shall I be judged by only these?'' 29365 ''Such the new manoeuvre, Captain? 29365 ''Tis here, not daring if you knew? 29365 ''Tis not worth while: who heeds a foolish song? 29365 ''Tis something, nay''tis much: but then, Have you yourself what''s best for men? 29365 ''Unlock my heart with a sonnet- key?'' |
| 29365 | ''What is the matter?'' |
| 29365 | ''Why, Gammer, what''s come now, that-- bobbing like a crab On Yule- tide bowl-- your head''s a- work and both your eyes Break loose? |
| 29365 | ''_ Cigno fedel, cigno fedel, Addio!_''Now, was ever such mistake-- Ever such foolish ugly omen? |
| 29365 | ''_ Marry me!_''Or rather,''_ We are married: when, the rite?_''That brought on the collector''s next- day qualm At counting acquisition''s cost. |
| 29365 | ( Does he enjoy their confidence?) |
| 29365 | ( So turns the tide already? |
| 29365 | ( a fiery tear he put in every tone),"How should my child frequent your house where lust is sport, Violence-- trade? |
| 29365 | (_ Adapted._) I I--"Next Poet?" |
| 29365 | --A rival''s, Strafford? |
| 29365 | --And where had place the great white throne? |
| 29365 | --And, you loved me? |
| 29365 | --Not even you? |
| 29365 | --Now? |
| 29365 | --Things at this pitch, I say,--what hubbub without the doors? |
| 29365 | --Was sure could I once see this gentle friend When I arrived, she''d throw an hour away To help her... what am I? |
| 29365 | --What for? |
| 29365 | --good natural stuff, she pens? |
| 29365 | --nor''Why cumbers it the ground?'' |
| 29365 | --or,"Believe in me, Who lived and died, yet essentially Am Lord of Life?" |
| 29365 | A burden at your back, Good Master Christmas? |
| 29365 | A mask at Theobald''s? |
| 29365 | A miscreant like yourself, How must one rouse his ire? |
| 29365 | A pilot for you to Triest? |
| 29365 | A very pretty piece of shuttle- work Was that-- your mere chance question at the club--''_ Do you go anywhere this Whitsuntide? |
| 29365 | Afeard, you fool? |
| 29365 | After how many modes, this Christmas- Eve, Does the self- same weary thing take place? |
| 29365 | Again, who wonders and who cares? |
| 29365 | Ah friend, what gift of man''s does not? |
| 29365 | Ah, Wentworth, one thing for acquaintance''sake, Just to decide a question; have you, now, Felt your old self since you forsook us? |
| 29365 | Ah, have I spared Strafford a pang, and shall I seek reward Beyond that memory? |
| 29365 | Ah,--but, William-- Does not his cheek grow thin? |
| 29365 | Ah-- But how should chits distinguish? |
| 29365 | All must be ready: did you say, Balfour, The crowd began to murmur? |
| 29365 | All still is earth''s,--to know, as much As feel its truths, which if we touch With sense, or apprehend in soul, What matter? |
| 29365 | All''s doubt in me; where''s break of faith in this? |
| 29365 | Am I not by?" |
| 29365 | Am I not here? |
| 29365 | Am I not weak as thou art strong? |
| 29365 | And She-- What does she whisper? |
| 29365 | And Vane you think to fly? |
| 29365 | And do you know one strange, One frightful thing? |
| 29365 | And here we are riding, she and I. V Fail I alone, in words and deeds? |
| 29365 | And here, is there water or not, to drink? |
| 29365 | And how deliver such? |
| 29365 | And if an army follows me? |
| 29365 | And is not this treatment of a"pretty woman"more English than not? |
| 29365 | And is the boat in readiness? |
| 29365 | And now that I know the very worst of him, What was it I thought to obtain at first of him? |
| 29365 | And now what are we? |
| 29365 | And that perfection in their soul, These only hinted at? |
| 29365 | And the thing once signed, sealed, safe in his grasp,--what followed but fresh delays? |
| 29365 | And this foot shall range Alps, Andes,--and this eye devour The bee- bird and the aloe- flower? |
| 29365 | And to- day''s music- manufacture,--Brahms, Wagner, Dvorak, Liszt,--to where-- trumpets, shawms, Show yourselves joyful!--Handel reigns-- supreme? |
| 29365 | And what is this that rises propped With pillars of prodigious girth? |
| 29365 | And what retain? |
| 29365 | And why? |
| 29365 | And yet All yesterday I had to keep my whistle wet While reading Tab this Book: book? |
| 29365 | And you are really bound for Scotland then? |
| 29365 | And you, but, bless me, why so pale-- so faint At influx of good fortune? |
| 29365 | And you... Austin, how old is she? |
| 29365 | Anne, do you love the King? |
| 29365 | Are not all things as they appear? |
| 29365 | Are you angry? |
| 29365 | Are you free? |
| 29365 | Are you, too, silent? |
| 29365 | Are you-- poor, sick, old ere your time-- Nearer one whit your own sublime Than we who never have turned a rhyme? |
| 29365 | As when a traveller, bound from North to South, Scouts fur in Russia: what''s its use in France? |
| 29365 | Ay, dear, and what ought I? |
| 29365 | Be smuggled into France, perhaps? |
| 29365 | Because you happen to be twice my age And twenty times my master, must perforce No blink of daylight struggle through the web There''s no unwinding? |
| 29365 | Bedford and Essex, Brooke, Warwick, Savile( did you notice Savile? |
| 29365 | Black? |
| 29365 | But again, could such disgrace have happened? |
| 29365 | But know you wherefore Wentworth comes? |
| 29365 | But now,"He may believe; and yet, and yet How can he?" |
| 29365 | But then, what else does Hopeful ding Into the deafest ear except-- hope, hope''s the thing? |
| 29365 | But through Life pierce,--and what has earth to do, Its utmost beauty''s appanage, With the requirement of next stage? |
| 29365 | But what if I ca n''t live this minute through? |
| 29365 | But where''s the need of wasting time now? |
| 29365 | But who goes gleaning Hedgeside chance- glades, while full- sheaved Stand cornfields by him? |
| 29365 | But why should you hate her, I want to know?" |
| 29365 | But will you ever so forget his breast As carelessly to cross this bloody turf Under the black yew avenue? |
| 29365 | But would I rather you discovered that, Subjoining--"Still, what matter though they be? |
| 29365 | But you will not so utterly abhor A Parliament? |
| 29365 | But you''ll tell The King I waited? |
| 29365 | But, all I felt there, right or wrong, What is it to thee, who curest sinning? |
| 29365 | CHORUS.--_King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
| 29365 | CHORUS.--_King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
| 29365 | CLIVE I and Clive were friends-- and why not? |
| 29365 | Call earth ugliness or beauty? |
| 29365 | Can I avoid this? |
| 29365 | Can I say more? |
| 29365 | Can I speak, can I breathe, can I burst-- aught else but see, see, only see? |
| 29365 | Can it be that shame For their lost sister holds them from the war?" |
| 29365 | Can you not? |
| 29365 | Can you, from the brief minutes I have left, Eke out my reparation? |
| 29365 | Chastise? |
| 29365 | Choose which; then tell me, on what ground Should its possessor dare propound His claim to rise o''er us an inch? |
| 29365 | Christ''s goodness, then-- does that fare better? |
| 29365 | Confront your Bill, your own Bill: what is it? |
| 29365 | Could God be taken in default, Short of contrivances, by you,-- Or reached, ere ready to pursue His progress through eternity? |
| 29365 | Could my soul find aught to sing in tune with Even at this lecture, if she tried? |
| 29365 | Could not I have excogitated this Without believing such men really were? |
| 29365 | Could we be silent at the rich survey? |
| 29365 | Criminals, then? |
| 29365 | Crush the fly- king In his gauze, because no honey- bee? |
| 29365 | Declare Your name: who are you? |
| 29365 | Did God pronounce earth''very good''? |
| 29365 | Did I cheat?'' |
| 29365 | Did I live man''s hater, lover? |
| 29365 | Did I make kings? |
| 29365 | Did I write? |
| 29365 | Did Master Faithful need climb the Delightful Mounts? |
| 29365 | Did Shakespeare? |
| 29365 | Did my heart make no amends? |
| 29365 | Did the Earl expect Pym at his heels so fast? |
| 29365 | Did the King send for Strafford? |
| 29365 | Did this boy''s eye wink once? |
| 29365 | Did you hear him bid me give His message? |
| 29365 | Did you hear my promise? |
| 29365 | Did you love me once? |
| 29365 | Die, and forsake the King? |
| 29365 | Die, wherefore die? |
| 29365 | Diverging wide, And not to join again the track my foot Must follow-- whither? |
| 29365 | Do I affect To see no dismal sign above your head When God suspends his ruinous thunder there? |
| 29365 | Do I live in a house you would like to see? |
| 29365 | Do I live in a house you would like to see? |
| 29365 | Do I stand and stare? |
| 29365 | Do I stand and stare? |
| 29365 | Do I stoop? |
| 29365 | Do n''t I drowse The week away down with the Aunt and Niece? |
| 29365 | Do n''t object"Why call him friend, then?" |
| 29365 | Do not I recognize and honor truth In seeming?--take your truth and for return, Give you my truth, a no less precious gift? |
| 29365 | Do these men praise him? |
| 29365 | Do you feel the Earl''s hand yet Upon your shoulder, Maxwell? |
| 29365 | Do you know you speak sensibly to- day? |
| 29365 | Do you know, as you advanced, It got to be uncommonly like fact We two had fallen in with-- liked and loved Just the same woman in our different ways? |
| 29365 | Do your joys with age diminish? |
| 29365 | Does Mind get Knowledge from Art''s ministry? |
| 29365 | Does any hear a runner''s foot Or a steed''s trample or a coach- wheel''s cry? |
| 29365 | Does she know my purpose? |
| 29365 | Does the King take such measures for himself? |
| 29365 | Does the precept run"Believe in good, In justice, truth, now understand For the first time?" |
| 29365 | Does the sex invite, repulse so, Tempt, betray, by fits and starts? |
| 29365 | Dost thou exact That service? |
| 29365 | Drag what lurks Behind the operation-- that which works Latently everywhere by outward proof-- Drag that mind forth to face mine? |
| 29365 | Each dog has his day, And mine''s at sunset: what should old dog do But eye young litters''frisky puppyhood? |
| 29365 | Each drops disguise, then? |
| 29365 | Each friend at my elbow had surely nudged it; And, as for the sermon, where did my nap end? |
| 29365 | Earth being so good, would heaven seem best? |
| 29365 | Earth''s exquisite Treasures of wonder and delight, For me?" |
| 29365 | Eh, Tab? |
| 29365 | Else what use is God? |
| 29365 | Else why does he wave a something white high- flourished above his head? |
| 29365 | Ephemeralness may be predicated of culture- music more certainly than of folk- music, why? |
| 29365 | Evermore? |
| 29365 | False or true? |
| 29365 | Far-- far-- till.... What, they do Then join again, these paths? |
| 29365 | Feed, should not he, to heart''s content? |
| 29365 | First cut the Liquefaction, what comes last But Fichte''s clever cut at God himself? |
| 29365 | Fool or knave? |
| 29365 | For I must wring a partial-- dare I say, Forgiveness from you, ere I die? |
| 29365 | For where am I, in city or plain, Since I am''ware of the world again? |
| 29365 | For whom did he cheer and laugh else, While Noll''s damned troopers shot him? |
| 29365 | For whom, was reckoned, not so much, This life''s munificence? |
| 29365 | For, what expands Before the house, but the great opaque Blue breadth of sea without a break? |
| 29365 | From head to foot in a serpent''s twine am I tightened:_ I_ touch ground? |
| 29365 | GIVE A ROUSE I King Charles, and who''ll do him right now? |
| 29365 | Give a rouse: here''s, in hell''s despite now, King Charles!_ III To whom used my boy George quaff else, By the old fool''s side that begot him? |
| 29365 | HOUSE I Shall I sonnet- sing you about myself? |
| 29365 | Ha-- what, sir, is this? |
| 29365 | Had I been born three hundred years ago They''d say,"what''s strange? |
| 29365 | Had you asked The all- accomplished scholar, twelve years old,"Who was it wrote the Iliad?" |
| 29365 | Hampden, Pym shall not? |
| 29365 | Hampden, will Wentworth dare shed English blood Like water? |
| 29365 | Has England lost him? |
| 29365 | Has he fainted through fright? |
| 29365 | Has it your vote to be so if it can? |
| 29365 | Has there gone To dig up, drag forth, render smooth from rough Mind''s flooring,--operosity enough? |
| 29365 | Have I been sure, this Christmas- Eve, God''s own hand did the rainbow weave, Whereby the truth from heaven slid Into my soul? |
| 29365 | Have we to meet once more, then? |
| 29365 | Have wisdom''s words no more felicity? |
| 29365 | Have you no eyes except for Pym? |
| 29365 | Have you seen Lady Mildred, by the way? |
| 29365 | Have you, fast hold, the Book? |
| 29365 | He raised his hand.... Hast seen, when drinking out the night, And in the day, earth grow another something quite Under the sun''s first stare? |
| 29365 | He raised his hand.... Hast seen, when drinking out the night, And in the day, earth grow another something quite Under the sun''s first stare? |
| 29365 | He shall tell me them, And take my answer-- not in words, but reading Himself the heart I had to read him late, Which death...._ Tresham._ Death? |
| 29365 | He too Must serve you-- will you not be good to him? |
| 29365 | He''s certain they intrigue with France, these Scots? |
| 29365 | He''s surely not disposed to let me bear The fame away from him of these late deeds In Ireland? |
| 29365 | Hear you? |
| 29365 | Henceforth touching Strafford is To touch the apple of my sight: why gaze So earnestly? |
| 29365 | Here''s Maxwell-- Ha, Maxwell? |
| 29365 | Here''s a man comes rushing, might and main, with something he''s mad to say?" |
| 29365 | Here''s-- hold but out my breath-- When did I speak so long without once swearing? |
| 29365 | His intellect? |
| 29365 | Horse? |
| 29365 | How I know it does? |
| 29365 | How are they escorted[_ i.e._ paid]? |
| 29365 | How bring Clive in? |
| 29365 | How can I pilgrimage up to the wicket- gate? |
| 29365 | How can completion grow still more complete? |
| 29365 | How comes it that for one found able To sift the truth of it from fable, Millions believe it to the letter? |
| 29365 | How could God love so?'' |
| 29365 | How else could they pass the time, six mortal hours endure Till night should extinguish day, when matters might haply mend? |
| 29365 | How else shall I do all I come to do, Broken, as you may see, body and mind, How shall I serve the King? |
| 29365 | How seems the Earl? |
| 29365 | How shall we labor, wife? |
| 29365 | How should I have borne me, please? |
| 29365 | How will he quench thirst, Titanically infantine, Laid at the breast of the Divine? |
| 29365 | How, the plague, Not laugh? |
| 29365 | Hurt where? |
| 29365 | I am yet his instrument Be it for well or ill? |
| 29365 | I began life-- poor groundling as I prove-- Winged and ambitious to fly high: why not? |
| 29365 | I could escape, then? |
| 29365 | I gave it you plainly a month ago, And where was the good? |
| 29365 | I have your word if hers? |
| 29365 | I may with a wrung heart Even reprove you, Mildred; I did more: Will you forgive me? |
| 29365 | I meant that being young was good excuse If one should tax him...._ Tresham._ Well? |
| 29365 | I pluck a posy, do I stand and stare? |
| 29365 | I replied--How could I other? |
| 29365 | I say, whence sprang this? |
| 29365 | I seem revengeful, Lucy? |
| 29365 | I want to know-- You are not married?" |
| 29365 | I was the earlier bird-- And what I found, I let fall: what you missed Who is the fool that blames you for?" |
| 29365 | I who have murdered Strafford, how remove That memory from me? |
| 29365 | I would have...._ Lady Carlisle._... Died for him? |
| 29365 | I''d like to know, are these-- hers, mine, or Bunyan''s words? |
| 29365 | I''m the engaged now; through whose fault but yours? |
| 29365 | I''ve better counsellors; what counsel they?" |
| 29365 | I, a schism in verse provoke? |
| 29365 | I, blown up by bard''s ambition, Burst-- your bubble- king? |
| 29365 | I, forsooth, sow song- sedition? |
| 29365 | II Invite the world, as my betters have done? |
| 29365 | II Who gave me the goods that went since? |
| 29365 | III Here''s my work: does work discover-- What was rest from work-- my life? |
| 29365 | IV"If wide and showy thus the shop, What must the habitation prove? |
| 29365 | IX As,--why must one, for the love foregone, Scout mere liking? |
| 29365 | IX Who knows what''s fit for us? |
| 29365 | If Justice, on the spur, Proved somewhat expeditious, would Quality demur? |
| 29365 | If a friend has leave to question,--when were you most brave, in short?" |
| 29365 | 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? |
| 29365 | 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? |
| 29365 | If we dissolve them, who will pay the army? |
| 29365 | If you are bound-- in marriage, say-- why, still, Still, sure, there''s something for a friend to do, Outside? |
| 29365 | If you desire faith-- then you''ve faith enough: What else seeks God-- nay, what else seek ourselves? |
| 29365 | In France spurns flannel: where''s its need in Spain? |
| 29365 | In Russia? |
| 29365 | In Vishnu- land what Avatar? |
| 29365 | In Vishnu- land what Avatar? |
| 29365 | In land- travel or sea- faring?) |
| 29365 | In little, light, warmth, life are blessed-- Which, in the large, who sees to bless? |
| 29365 | In your case, where''s the grievance? |
| 29365 | Is God mocked, as he asks? |
| 29365 | Is Judgment past for me alone? |
| 29365 | Is hating Wentworth all the help she needs? |
| 29365 | Is it because I spoke so hastily At Allerton? |
| 29365 | Is it for this mood, That Thou, whose earth delights so well, Hast made its complement a hell?" |
| 29365 | Is it really on the earth, This miraculous Dome of God? |
| 29365 | Is it scant of gear, has it store of pelf? |
| 29365 | Is it scant of gear, has it store of pelf? |
| 29365 | Is it the Queen? |
| 29365 | Is mine, The world?" |
| 29365 | Is not to- morrow my inspecting day For you and for your hawks? |
| 29365 | Is that The first fruit of his counsel? |
| 29365 | Is the Earl come or his least poursuivant? |
| 29365 | Is the vesture left me to commune with? |
| 29365 | Is there any means To keep oneself awake? |
| 29365 | It has not been your fault,--I was away, Mistook, maligned, how was the King to know? |
| 29365 | It may be false, but will you wish it true? |
| 29365 | It was so beautiful, so near, Thy world,--what could I then but choose My part there? |
| 29365 | Jonson wrote in the Induction to"Bartholemew Fair;""If there be never a servant- monster in the Fair, who can help it he says? |
| 29365 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
| 29365 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
| 29365 | King Charles, and who''s ripe for fight now? |
| 29365 | Know you the man''s self? |
| 29365 | Leave the world at peace, at strife? |
| 29365 | Little? |
| 29365 | Looked we or no that tyranny should turn Her engines of oppression to their use? |
| 29365 | Love is the best? |
| 29365 | Madam, shall I see the King? |
| 29365 | Man reckoned it immeasurable? |
| 29365 | Many inns were the"Something(?) |
| 29365 | March- motive? |
| 29365 | Meet to impeach Lord Strafford? |
| 29365 | Mercy every way Is infinite,--and who can say? |
| 29365 | Might she have loved me? |
| 29365 | Mildred,--_ Mildred._ You call me kindlier by my name Than even yesterday: what is in that? |
| 29365 | Money to buy another? |
| 29365 | 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? |
| 29365 | Must in death your daylight finish? |
| 29365 | Must you gather? |
| 29365 | My match is Marlowe; Sciolists? |
| 29365 | Mysteries At source why probe into? |
| 29365 | No dogmas nail your faith; and what remains But say so, like the honest man you are? |
| 29365 | No loophole lets in air? |
| 29365 | No word? |
| 29365 | None said us nay: nobody loved his life So little as wag a tongue against us,--did they, wife? |
| 29365 | None saves his life? |
| 29365 | None? |
| 29365 | Not I More than yourself: so, good my friend, keep still Trustful with-- me? |
| 29365 | Not to Scotland? |
| 29365 | Nothing more? |
| 29365 | Now shall England crouch, Or catch at us and rise? |
| 29365 | Now, did you ever? |
| 29365 | Now, do I trust you? |
| 29365 | Now,--confound me for a prig!-- Who cares? |
| 29365 | O Vincent Parkes, what need has my fist to strike? |
| 29365 | Odds my life-- Has nobody a sword to spare? |
| 29365 | Oh Waring, what''s to really be? |
| 29365 | Oh, shall you''scape with less if she''s my child? |
| 29365 | Oh, wherefore all that love? |
| 29365 | Oh, whose foot shall I see emerge, Whose, from the straining topmost dark, On to the keystone of that arc? |
| 29365 | Oh, you think I''ll leave them in the dark about it all? |
| 29365 | One snake''s''mouth''Thus''_ open_''--how could mortal''_ stop it_''? |
| 29365 | One spurns him, does one not? |
| 29365 | Or count his presence as our conquest''s proof, And keep the old arms at their steady play? |
| 29365 | Or fruit, tobacco and cigars? |
| 29365 | Or is not fortune constant after all? |
| 29365 | Or the English-- Pym-- Shall I call Pym, your subject? |
| 29365 | Page 329: Removed starting quote("He may believe; and yet, and yet= How= can he?" |
| 29365 | Perhaps I call it To have excuse for breaking it for ever, And whose will then the blame be? |
| 29365 | Pity-- what shall win Thy secret like''Rinaldo''?" |
| 29365 | Protect us from the insolent Scots? |
| 29365 | Quarters? |
| 29365 | Quick, then, before I meet him,--I am calm-- Why does the King distrust me? |
| 29365 | Reels that castle thunder- smitten, storm- dismantled? |
| 29365 | Rejoice at the King''s hollowness?) |
| 29365 | Remains alone That word grow deed, as with God''s help it shall-- But with the devil''s hindrance, who doubts too? |
| 29365 | Resignation? |
| 29365 | SCENE II.--_Whitehall.__+ Lady+ CARLISLE and WENTWORTH__ Wentworth._ And the King? |
| 29365 | STRAFFORD falls back; PYM follows slowly and confronts him.__ Pym._ Have I done well? |
| 29365 | Saved England? |
| 29365 | Savile and Holland, Hamilton and Vane About us,--then the King will grant me-- what? |
| 29365 | Say you, my fault is I address myself To grosser estimators than should judge? |
| 29365 | See things there in large or small? |
| 29365 | See you not? |
| 29365 | Shall I call for you? |
| 29365 | She glances round, Wentworth has dropped the hand, is gone his way On other service: what if she arise? |
| 29365 | She knows my purpose? |
| 29365 | She will not give me heaven? |
| 29365 | She will not hear my music? |
| 29365 | She will not turn aside? |
| 29365 | Simpletons? |
| 29365 | Since I want space to do my cipher- work, Which poem spares a corner? |
| 29365 | Since he could guess my purpose, wo n''t you read Right what he set down wrong? |
| 29365 | Since such need was now Or never,--how should use not follow need? |
| 29365 | Sinning, sorrowing, despairing, Body- ruined, spirit- wrecked,-- Should I give my woes an airing,-- Where''s one plague that claims respect? |
| 29365 | Sir, what must be? |
| 29365 | So I feel now at least: some day, who knows? |
| 29365 | So I ran through Pope, Enjoyed the tale-- what history so true? |
| 29365 | So becalm but to convulse so, Decking heads and breaking hearts? |
| 29365 | So here: I won my way to truth through lies-- Said, as I saw light,--if her shame be shame I''ll rescue and redeem her,--shame''s no shame? |
| 29365 | So much, no whit more, my debtors-- How should one like me lay claim To that largess elders, betters Sell you cheap their souls for-- fame? |
| 29365 | So, Madam, you have conned the Album- page And come to thank its last contributor? |
| 29365 | Some Garrick, say, out shall not he The heart of Hamlet''s mystery pluck? |
| 29365 | Some one word--"Traitor,"did he say, Bending that eye, brimful of bitter fire, Upon me? |
| 29365 | Still string nerve and strike foot? |
| 29365 | Still, why paint over their door"Mount Zion,"To which all flesh shall come, saith the prophecy? |
| 29365 | Strafford can save Himself so readily: at York, remember, In his own country: what has he to fear? |
| 29365 | Strafford, you''ll not feel shame At being saved by me? |
| 29365 | Strafford? |
| 29365 | Suppose We start together?_''''_ No such holiday!_''I told you:''_ Paris and the rest be hanged! |
| 29365 | Suppose they die? |
| 29365 | THE NAMES Shakespeare!--to such name''s sounding, what succeeds Fitly as silence? |
| 29365 | Tears in truth? |
| 29365 | Telling aught but honest truth to? |
| 29365 | That is-- he might have put into my hand The"Ethics"? |
| 29365 | 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? |
| 29365 | That when I die before you presently,--_ Tresham._ Can you stay here till I return with help? |
| 29365 | That''s one point gained: can I compass another? |
| 29365 | The King? |
| 29365 | The King? |
| 29365 | The North that was to rise, Ireland to help,-- What came of it? |
| 29365 | The People or the King? |
| 29365 | The Scots Goaded to madness? |
| 29365 | The first stanza of"House"--"Shall I sonnet- sing you about myself? |
| 29365 | 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? |
| 29365 | The goodness,--how did he acquire it? |
| 29365 | The rising of the quick and dead? |
| 29365 | The simper that I spoilt? |
| 29365 | The stumbling- block, his speech-- who laid it? |
| 29365 | The war, Charles-- will he raise supplies enough? |
| 29365 | The whole, They were but parts of? |
| 29365 | The world Forsakes me: only Henry''s left me-- left? |
| 29365 | Then, what shall I do? |
| 29365 | There''s yet Another child to save? |
| 29365 | These Hollands then, these Saviles Nibble? |
| 29365 | They can not have agreed to that? |
| 29365 | They have not taken a decided course Without me in the matter? |
| 29365 | They lie down Hungry yet smile"Why, it must end some day: Is he not watching for our sake?" |
| 29365 | They protest: Shall we not all join chorus? |
| 29365 | They seem Dead-- do they? |
| 29365 | They shall not know you? |
| 29365 | This and all? |
| 29365 | This article, no such great shakes, Fizzes like wildfire? |
| 29365 | This clerk''s no swordsman? |
| 29365 | This foot once planted on the goal, This glory- garland round my soul, Could I descry such? |
| 29365 | This hour my utmost art I prove And speak my passion-- heaven or hell? |
| 29365 | This ruby that would tip aright Solomon''s sceptre? |
| 29365 | Threaten? |
| 29365 | Thus did youth spend a comfortable time; Until--"What''s this the Germans say is fact That Wolf found out first? |
| 29365 | Thus much of Christ does he reject? |
| 29365 | Thus were they found by the few sparse folk of the countryside; But how fared each with other? |
| 29365 | Time passed, I ripened somewhat: one fine day,"Quite ready for the Iliad, nothing less? |
| 29365 | Time would arrange things, mend whate''er might be Somewhat amiss; precipitation, eh? |
| 29365 | To- morrow we discuss the points of law With Lane-- to- morrow? |
| 29365 | Too many dreams!--That song''s for Venice, William: You know how Venice looks upon the map-- Isles that the mainland hardly can let go? |
| 29365 | Too much bee''s- wing floats my figure? |
| 29365 | Travels Waring East away? |
| 29365 | Tresham, did I not tell you-- did you not Just promise to deliver words of mine To Mildred? |
| 29365 | Truth or joke? |
| 29365 | Turned nun, or what?" |
| 29365 | Unlearned love was safe from spurning-- Ca n''t we respect your loveless learning? |
| 29365 | Unless I heard it, could I have judged it? |
| 29365 | Use to own a lord at all? |
| 29365 | Use to pay its Lord my duty? |
| 29365 | V But wherefore be harsh on a single case? |
| 29365 | VI For lo, what think you? |
| 29365 | VI The owner? |
| 29365 | VI What hand and brain went ever paired? |
| 29365 | VII She, face, form, bearing, one Superb composure--"He has told you all? |
| 29365 | VII What does it all mean, poet? |
| 29365 | VIII All Arts endeavor this, and she the most Attains thereto, yet fails of touching: why? |
| 29365 | VIII And while the face lies quiet there, Who shall wonder That I ponder A conclusion? |
| 29365 | Was it alight once? |
| 29365 | Was it for gentle Shakespeare put? |
| 29365 | Was it self- gained, did God inspire it? |
| 29365 | Was this a vision? |
| 29365 | Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? |
| 29365 | We laughed--''What''s life to him, a cripple of no account?'' |
| 29365 | Wear such a ruff, and never call to mind St. John''s head in a charger? |
| 29365 | Well done, now-- is not this beginning, now, To purpose? |
| 29365 | Well, Carlisle? |
| 29365 | Well, Hollis? |
| 29365 | Well, choose some fitter time to make your charge: I shall be with the Scots, you understand? |
| 29365 | Well-- At last each understands the other, then? |
| 29365 | Well? |
| 29365 | What act proved all its thought had been? |
| 29365 | What ails you, Thorold? |
| 29365 | What atom of a heart do I retain Not all yours? |
| 29365 | What becomes Of that fine speech you made a minute since About the man of middle age you found A formidable peer at twenty- one? |
| 29365 | What but his coming spoilt all Conway''s plan? |
| 29365 | What can have sewed my mouth up, set me a- stare, all eyes, no tongue? |
| 29365 | What comes first? |
| 29365 | What did he want with comforts there? |
| 29365 | What does she think of it? |
| 29365 | What doubt in thee could countervail Belief in it? |
| 29365 | What greets First thing my eye, as limbs recover from their swoon? |
| 29365 | What ground have you to think she''ll die? |
| 29365 | What have I done that, like some fabled crime Of yore, lets loose a Fury leading thus Her miserable dance amidst you all? |
| 29365 | What he wrote? |
| 29365 | What heart alike conceived and dared? |
| 29365 | What if I curse you? |
| 29365 | What if I had my doubts? |
| 29365 | What if Wentworth''s should be still That name? |
| 29365 | What if, with such words as these, He had cast away his weapon? |
| 29365 | What is it I must pardon? |
| 29365 | What is it I must reverence duly? |
| 29365 | What is it he holds so fast? |
| 29365 | What is it they succeed in getting? |
| 29365 | What is the point where himself lays stress? |
| 29365 | What laughs, shrieks, hoots and yells, what rudest of uproars? |
| 29365 | What makes you sullen, this of all the days I''the year? |
| 29365 | What matters the water? |
| 29365 | What must I do? |
| 29365 | What must become of me? |
| 29365 | What need to strive with a life awry? |
| 29365 | What next, what next? |
| 29365 | What parchment have you there? |
| 29365 | What porridge had John Keats? |
| 29365 | What porridge had John Keats?"] |
| 29365 | 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?" |
| 29365 | What share have I in it? |
| 29365 | What then? |
| 29365 | What visions will his right hand''s sway Still turn to forms, as still they burst Upon him? |
| 29365 | What was it we spoke of? |
| 29365 | What way to save him from the King? |
| 29365 | What will Mildred do? |
| 29365 | What will but felt the fleshly screen? |
| 29365 | What would you do After this bustle, Hollis, in my place? |
| 29365 | What''s Pym about? |
| 29365 | What''s in that boy of mine that he should prove Son to a prison- breaker? |
| 29365 | What''s the result? |
| 29365 | What''s wrong? |
| 29365 | What, Vincent Parkes at last? |
| 29365 | What, do they beard the King, And shall the King want Strafford at his need? |
| 29365 | What, off again? |
| 29365 | What, still sulky? |
| 29365 | What, the common songs will run That I forsook the People? |
| 29365 | What, the face was masked? |
| 29365 | What, you force a card, you cheat, Sir?'' |
| 29365 | What? |
| 29365 | What? |
| 29365 | When Gipsy Smouch made bold to cheat us of our due,--Eh, Tab? |
| 29365 | When I was five years old, I asked him once"What do you read about?" |
| 29365 | When see? |
| 29365 | When, through his journey, was the fool at ease? |
| 29365 | Whence creeps the wind? |
| 29365 | Whence does it proceed? |
| 29365 | Where Did my sword reach you? |
| 29365 | Where did I break off at? |
| 29365 | Where had I been now if the worst befell? |
| 29365 | Where is he? |
| 29365 | Where might he lack wit, so please you? |
| 29365 | Where stood they, small and great? |
| 29365 | Where''s England''s path? |
| 29365 | Where''s Loudon? |
| 29365 | Where''s The gain? |
| 29365 | Where''s hope for such as wage War against light? |
| 29365 | Where''s your fortune fled? |
| 29365 | Where? |
| 29365 | Wherefore? |
| 29365 | Which, or all of these? |
| 29365 | Whither, I am inclined to ask myself, does all this tend? |
| 29365 | Who dared interpose between the altar''s victim and the priest? |
| 29365 | Who fished the murex up? |
| 29365 | Who found me in wine you drank once? |
| 29365 | Who has right to make a rout of Rarities he found inside? |
| 29365 | Who helped me to gold I spent since? |
| 29365 | Who holds the highest card? |
| 29365 | Who knows but the world may end to- night? |
| 29365 | Who maintains''em? |
| 29365 | Who raised me the house that sank once? |
| 29365 | Who read The sentence from the opened book?" |
| 29365 | Who says''How save it?'' |
| 29365 | Who showed them you? |
| 29365 | Who then dares hold, emancipated thus, His fellow shall continue bound? |
| 29365 | Who wonders and who cares? |
| 29365 | Who''d have thought it? |
| 29365 | Who''s alive? |
| 29365 | Who''s for the great servant''s hall To hear what''s going on inside? |
| 29365 | Who''s her choice-- Irrevocable as deliberate-- Out of the wide world? |
| 29365 | Who''s to blame If your silence kept unbroken? |
| 29365 | Whose fault? |
| 29365 | Whose hand is there? |
| 29365 | Whose promise? |
| 29365 | Why came I here? |
| 29365 | Why continue waste On such a woman treasures of a heart Would yet find solace,--yes, my f- f- friend-- In some congenial_--fiddle- diddle- dee?''" |
| 29365 | Why crown whom Zeus has crowned in soul before?" |
| 29365 | Why did he ever let me dream at all, Not bid me taste the story in its strength? |
| 29365 | Why do n''t you speak? |
| 29365 | Why does not Henry Mertoun come to- night? |
| 29365 | Why does not he call, cry,--curse the fool!--why throw up his arms instead? |
| 29365 | Why doubt one word you say? |
| 29365 | Why is your expiation yet to make? |
| 29365 | Why must he needs come doubting, spoil a dream? |
| 29365 | Why needs a bishop be a fool or knave When there''s a thousand diamond weights between? |
| 29365 | Why not have returned My thrusts? |
| 29365 | Why not, then, have earlier spoken, Written, bustled? |
| 29365 | Why not,"The Way, the Truth, the Life?" |
| 29365 | Why plague me who am pledged to home- delights? |
| 29365 | Why prate Longer? |
| 29365 | Why should they bear your rule? |
| 29365 | Why tears now? |
| 29365 | Why wistful search, O waning ones, the chart Of stars for you while Haydn, while Mozart Occupies heaven? |
| 29365 | Why, all men strive and who succeeds? |
| 29365 | Why, he makes sure of her--"do you say, yes"--"She''ll not say, no,"--what comes it to beside? |
| 29365 | Why,''twas my very fear of you, my love Of you--(what passion like a boy''s for one Like you?) |
| 29365 | Why? |
| 29365 | Why? |
| 29365 | Why?" |
| 29365 | Will not a knave behind Prick him upright? |
| 29365 | Will that do? |
| 29365 | Will they pursue the quality[_ i.e._ the actor''s profession] no longer than they can sing? |
| 29365 | Will you have Pym or Vane? |
| 29365 | Will you let him speak, Or put your crude surmises in his mouth? |
| 29365 | Will you take the praise in tears or laughter? |
| 29365 | Will you? |
| 29365 | With an old doublet and a steeple hat Like Prynne''s? |
| 29365 | Would you mend it And so end it? |
| 29365 | Written, spoken, Here''s my life- long work: and where--Where''s your warrant or my token I''m the dead king''s son and heir? |
| 29365 | X For why? |
| 29365 | X Have you found your life distasteful? |
| 29365 | X Man speaks now:--"What avails Sun''s earth- felt thrill To me? |
| 29365 | X Why, with beauty, needs there money be, Love with liking? |
| 29365 | XI May not liking be so simple- sweet, If love grew there''Twould undo there All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet? |
| 29365 | XI"This novelty costs pains, but-- takes? |
| 29365 | XII Is the creature too imperfect, say? |
| 29365 | XII My experience being other, How should I contribute verse Worthy of your king and brother? |
| 29365 | XIII Or is it of its kind, perhaps, Just perfection-- Whence, rejection Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps? |
| 29365 | XIV Shall we burn up, tread that face at once Into tinder, And so hinder Sparks from kindling all the place at once? |
| 29365 | XIV Shop was shop only: household- stuff? |
| 29365 | XIV Womankind--"the cat- like nature, False and fickle, vain and weak"-- What of this sad nomenclature Suits my tongue, if I must speak? |
| 29365 | XIX And whither went he? |
| 29365 | XV Or else kiss away one''s soul on her? |
| 29365 | XV Or suppose Back, and not forward, transformation goes? |
| 29365 | XV What might he deal in? |
| 29365 | XVI Which lies within your power of purse? |
| 29365 | XVIII Can it be that he stays inside? |
| 29365 | XVIII Then how grace a rose? |
| 29365 | XXI"How? |
| 29365 | XXII How else was I found there, bolt upright On my bench, as if I had never left it? |
| 29365 | XXII The austere voice returned,--"So soon made happy? |
| 29365 | Ye look Your last on Handel? |
| 29365 | Yes, I did sulk aloof and let alone The lovers--_I_ disturb the angel- mates?" |
| 29365 | Yet wherefore heaving sway and restless roll This side and that, except to emulate Stability above? |
| 29365 | Yet... was it the day We waited in the anteroom, till Holland Should leave the presence- chamber? |
| 29365 | Yon golden creature, will you help us all? |
| 29365 | You Tell me his last words? |
| 29365 | You acquiesce, and shall I repine? |
| 29365 | You agree to that? |
| 29365 | You are dying too? |
| 29365 | You are satisfied? |
| 29365 | You criticize the soul? |
| 29365 | You exact An illustrative image? |
| 29365 | You hear? |
| 29365 | You know All''s between you and me: what has the world To do with it? |
| 29365 | You pledge Your fealty to such rule? |
| 29365 | You saw Waring? |
| 29365 | You see lads walk the street Sixty the minute; what''s to note in that? |
| 29365 | You seem...._ Strafford._ Well-- do I not? |
| 29365 | You thought your perfidy profoundly hid Because I could not share the whisperings With Vane, with Savile? |
| 29365 | You urge Christ''s followers''simplicity: But how does shifting blame, evade it? |
| 29365 | You were revealed to me: where''s gratitude, Where''s memory even, where the gain of you Discernible in my low after- life Of fancied consolation? |
| 29365 | You will not say a word-- to me-- to Him? |
| 29365 | You will?" |
| 29365 | You''ll come into the light, or no? |
| 29365 | You''ll guarantee me that? |
| 29365 | You''ll tell me that he loved me, never more Than bleeding out his life there: must I say"Indeed,"to that? |
| 29365 | You''ll vanquish Pym? |
| 29365 | You, Philip, are a special hand, I hear, At soups and sauces: what''s a horse to you? |
| 29365 | You, Vane,--you, Rudyard, have no right to trust To Wentworth: but can no one hope with me? |
| 29365 | You-- at Plassy? |
| 29365 | Your heart retains its vital warmth-- or why That blushing reassurance? |
| 29365 | Your pleasure, gentlemen? |
| 29365 | [ Illustration: First Folio Portrait of Shakespeare"Do I stoop? |
| 29365 | [ Illustration: John Keats"Who fished the murex up? |
| 29365 | [ Illustration: The Tower, London]_ William._ Why do men say You sought to ruin her then? |
| 29365 | [_ A bell strikes._] A bell? |
| 29365 | [_ A+ Puritan+ enters hastily and without observing STRAFFORD''S+ Followers+.__ The Puritan._ How goes on the work? |
| 29365 | [_ Drawing papers from his breast._ Full proof, see, ample proof-- does the Queen know I have such damning proof? |
| 29365 | [_ Enter TRESHAM._] You? |
| 29365 | [_ He draws and, after a few passes, falls.__ Tresham._ You are not hurt? |
| 29365 | [_ The QUEEN, VANE, HOLLAND, and SAVILE go out.__ Strafford._ She knows it? |
| 29365 | [_ The+ Children+ resume their song timidly, but break off.__ Enter HOLLIS and an+ Attendant+.__ Strafford._ No,--Hollis? |
| 29365 | [_ They bear out the body of MERTOUN._ Will she die, Guendolen? |
| 29365 | [_ To his+ Companions+._] I''m to have St. John In charge; was he among the knaves just now That followed Pym within there? |
| 29365 | [_ To other+ Presbyterians+._] You''ll join us? |
| 29365 | [_ To the QUEEN._] You will not save him then? |
| 29365 | [_ To+ Lady+ CARLISLE._] No means of getting them away? |
| 29365 | [_ To+ Lady+ CARLISLE._] Why, Lucy, what''s in agitation now, That all this muttering and shrugging, see, Begins at me? |
| 29365 | [_ Voices from within.__ Verso la sera Di Primavera__ Strafford._ You''ll be good to those children, sir? |
| 29365 | _ 1st Retainer._ No? |
| 29365 | _ 1st Retainer._ Oh Walter, groom, our horses, do they match The Earl''s? |
| 29365 | _ 2nd Retainer._ But you''d not have a boy--And what''s the Earl beside?--possess too soon That stateliness? |
| 29365 | _ 2nd Retainer._ What then? |
| 29365 | _ A Presbyterian._ My mind misgives: can it be true? |
| 29365 | _ A Presbyterian._ Only Pym? |
| 29365 | _ A Strafford._ Say we true, Maxwell? |
| 29365 | _ Anne._ Why not in Ireland? |
| 29365 | _ Anne._( Shall we sing, William? |
| 29365 | _ Austin._ Whither bear him? |
| 29365 | _ Charles._ Are you tired so soon of us? |
| 29365 | _ Charles._ Ere they assemble? |
| 29365 | _ Charles._ Have I not trusted you? |
| 29365 | _ Charles._ In truth? |
| 29365 | _ Charles._ Ireland, The Parliament,--_ Wentworth._ I may go when I will? |
| 29365 | _ Charles._ Of Strafford? |
| 29365 | _ Charles._ What can you mean? |
| 29365 | _ Charles._ You can hinder, then, The introduction of this Bill? |
| 29365 | _ Charles._ You would begin With Ireland? |
| 29365 | _ First._ And who''s to bear These demure hypocrites? |
| 29365 | _ Gerard._ That way? |
| 29365 | _ Gerard._ What then? |
| 29365 | _ Guendolen._ That way you''d take, friend Austin? |
| 29365 | _ Guendolen._ Thorold-- Thorold-- why was this? |
| 29365 | _ Guendolen._ Where are you taking me? |
| 29365 | _ Guendolen._ Young? |
| 29365 | _ HOLLAND enters.__ Queen._ The last news, Holland? |
| 29365 | _ Hampden._ And who despairs of England? |
| 29365 | _ Hampden._ Has he left Wentworth, then? |
| 29365 | _ Hampden._ You talk idle hate Against her foe: is that so strange a thing? |
| 29365 | _ Hollis._ You can not sure forget A prison- roof is o''er you, Strafford? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ A fright? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ Go forth? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ I should say...._ Wentworth._ The war? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ Is that to ask A curl of me? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ Pym? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ Strafford-- Strafford, What daring act is this you hint? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ Then wherefore die For such a master? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ To Scotland? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ What do? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ What need, since there''s your King to take your part? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ What? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ Why do you smile? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ You come so strangely soon: Yet we took measures to keep off the crowd-- Did they shout for you? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._ You thought of me, Dear Wentworth? |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._( Is he mad?) |
| 29365 | _ Lady Carlisle._( What can he mean? |
| 29365 | _ Mertoun._ But you, you grant my suit? |
| 29365 | _ Mertoun._ Now? |
| 29365 | _ Mertoun._ We? |
| 29365 | _ Mildred._ Tell Guendolen I loved her, and tell Austin...._ Tresham._ Him you loved: And me? |
| 29365 | _ Mildred._ Thorold? |
| 29365 | _ One of Strafford''s Followers._ Are we in Geneva? |
| 29365 | _ One of Strafford''s Followers._ Truly? |
| 29365 | _ Pym._ I spoke, sir, for the People; will you hear A word upon my own account? |
| 29365 | _ Pym._ Meet him? |
| 29365 | _ Pym._ My friend, Why should I leave you? |
| 29365 | _ Pym._ No? |
| 29365 | _ Pym._ Will he turn Scotland to a hunting- ground To please the King, now that he knows the King? |
| 29365 | _ Pym._ You grudge That I should know it had resolved on war Before you came? |
| 29365 | _ Pym._ You say That these are petty charges: can we come To the real charge at all? |
| 29365 | _ Pym._--Since we two met At Greenwich? |
| 29365 | _ Queen._ And what am I to do? |
| 29365 | _ Queen._ Is it over then? |
| 29365 | _ Queen._ Strafford? |
| 29365 | _ Rudyard._ Do I forget her? |
| 29365 | _ Savile._ An urgent matter? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ Ah? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ Am I sick Like your good brother, brave Northumberland? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ And the King-- say, the King consents as well? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ And, after all, what is disgrace to me? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ How think of him And not of you? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ I do sleep, Anne; or if not-- you must know There''s such a thing as...._ William._ You''re too tired to sleep? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ Known and approved? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ Quick, dear child, The whole o''the scheme? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ To bequeath a stain? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ True: what needs so great a matter? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ What did you say? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ What matters it? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ What need to wait him, then? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ When could it be? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ Why, he''d not have me steal away? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ Will one of you, his servants here, vouchsafe To signify my presence to the King? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._ You love me, child? |
| 29365 | _ Strafford._--That I Described to you my love for Charles? |
| 29365 | _ The Puritan._ Pym? |
| 29365 | _ Tresham._ Forgive me, Mildred!--are you silent, Sweet? |
| 29365 | _ Tresham._ Ha ha, what should I Know of your ways? |
| 29365 | _ Tresham._ He lacked wit? |
| 29365 | _ Tresham._ Must what? |
| 29365 | _ Tresham._ My thought? |
| 29365 | _ Tresham._ Not hurt? |
| 29365 | _ Tresham._ Oh, silent? |
| 29365 | _ Tresham._ What''s she? |
| 29365 | _ Tresham._ Yes, Or no? |
| 29365 | _ Vane and others._ Wentworth? |
| 29365 | _ Vane._ And Strafford, who is he To''scape unscathed amid the accidents That harass all beside? |
| 29365 | _ Vane._ And what''s new, then, In calling for his life? |
| 29365 | _ Vane._ You say so, Hollis? |
| 29365 | _ Wentworth._ A Council sits? |
| 29365 | _ Wentworth._ Ah? |
| 29365 | _ Wentworth._ And why not here to meet me? |
| 29365 | _ Wentworth._ At me? |
| 29365 | _ Wentworth._ Has Laud suggested any way to meet The war''s expense? |
| 29365 | _ Wentworth._ I know, I know: old Vane, too, he''s one too? |
| 29365 | _ Wentworth._ Like me? |
| 29365 | _ Wentworth._ What shall convince you? |
| 29365 | _ Wentworth._ Wherefore should they not? |
| 29365 | _ Wentworth._ Why? |
| 29365 | _ William._ Why? |
| 29365 | _ William._ You''ve been to Venice, father? |
| 29365 | _+ Lady+ CARLISLE enters._ You here, child? |
| 29365 | alone? |
| 29365 | and you-- say on-- You curse me? |
| 29365 | but he had one: had it how long? |
| 29365 | but''tis sad, so sad That for distrusting me, you suffer-- you Whom I would die to serve: sir, do you think That I would die to serve you? |
| 29365 | come-- the Earl? |
| 29365 | do you mock? |
| 29365 | in good time!--Who is he? |
| 29365 | lapsed things lost in limbo? |
| 29365 | not even a knife? |
| 29365 | shows it faith or doubt? |
| 29365 | that he brings war with him? |
| 29365 | till the first knave smirked"You brag Yourself a friend of the King''s? |
| 29365 | to quench This last of hopes? |
| 29365 | unbelievers both, Calm and complete, determinately fixed To- day, to- morrow and forever, pray? |
| 29365 | what atones? |
| 29365 | what he dares? |
| 29365 | what matters how, So it but stand on record that you made An effort, only one? |
| 29365 | what moment of the minute, what speck- center in the wide Circle of the action saw your mortal fairly deified? |
| 29365 | what''s silence but despair Of making sound match gladness never there? |
| 29365 | when all''s done and said, Like you this Christianity or not? |
| 29365 | where? |
| 29365 | why wo n''t you be a bishop too? |
| 29365 | yet, all the same, Mixed with a certain... eh? |
| 29365 | you know? |
| 29365 | you say? |
| 29365 | you will summon them Here? |
| 16182 | ''About Ba''said my sisters,''why who has been persuading you of such nonsense?'' |
| 16182 | ''And I''--he said once again--''shall it be lawful for me to keep this sprig of hawthorn, and will it not repent thee of thy gift?'' |
| 16182 | ''And in the meantime,_ how many_?'' |
| 16182 | ''And so,''she said''you believe it possible for a disinterested man to become really attached to two women, heiresses, on the same day?'' |
| 16182 | ''Are there worse poets in their way than painters?'' |
| 16182 | ''As rich as-- as rich as''..._ Walter the Pennyless_? |
| 16182 | ''Disappoint me?'' |
| 16182 | ''Have they common sympathy in each other''s pursuits?'' |
| 16182 | ''I was to see you-- and you were to understand''--_Do_ you? |
| 16182 | ''Is my eye evil because yours is not good?'' |
| 16182 | ''Oh, my authority is very good,--perfectly unnecessary for you to tell any stories, Arabel,--a literary friendship, is it?'' |
| 16182 | ''Omne ignotum pro magnifico''--do you think_ so_? |
| 16182 | ''Orange''is orange-- but_ which half_ of the orange is not predestinated from all eternity--: is it_ so_? |
| 16182 | ''Shunning the salt,''will you have the sugar? |
| 16182 | ''Since you were in Italy''--Then is it England that disagrees with you? |
| 16182 | ''Slowly and gradually''what may_ not_ be done? |
| 16182 | ''Till when, where am I,''but with you? |
| 16182 | ''Till when, where are you?'' |
| 16182 | ''Were you wrong in answering?'' |
| 16182 | ''What did I expect?'' |
| 16182 | ''What had_ I_ to do,''I should think,''with touching your life?'' |
| 16182 | ''Why was I afraid,''she said--''where was the danger? |
| 16182 | ''You know what_ holiness_ is, what it is to be good? |
| 16182 | ''_ As I began, so I shall end_--''Did you, as I hope you did, thank your sister for Flush and for me? |
| 16182 | ''s self? |
| 16182 | ( All the same, if you were to ask her, or the like of her,''how much the stone- work of the Coliseum would fetch, properly burned down to lime?'' |
| 16182 | ), you refer the doubters to the Jewish priest''s robe, and the Rabbinical gloss... for I suppose it is a gloss on the robe... do you not think so? |
| 16182 | --''_Pursuit_ do you say?'' |
| 16182 | --Am I not tired of writing your praises as he said then? |
| 16182 | --And now we shall hear of''Luria,''shall we not? |
| 16182 | --Now, you would have bade him keep his arm quiet? |
| 16182 | --_What_ does that mean, dearest? |
| 16182 | ... now is n''t it satisfactory to_ me_? |
| 16182 | ... up to this moment, you understand? |
| 16182 | ... which will get you up a storm about a crooked pin or a straight one either? |
| 16182 | ... who''s out of England?'' |
| 16182 | ... would not such an oath be stronger than a mere half promise such as I sent you a few hours ago? |
| 16182 | A hundred and four of mine you have, and I, only a hundred and two of yours... which is a''deficit''scarcely creditable to me,( now is it?) |
| 16182 | A hundred letters I have, by this last,... to set against Napoleon''s Hundred Days-- did you know_ that_? |
| 16182 | A poem and not a drama? |
| 16182 | A ticket to know the horn- gate from the ivory,... ought I not to have it? |
| 16182 | Affecting, is it not, in its simple, child like plaining? |
| 16182 | After, I went to that place, and soon got away, and am very well this morning in the sunshine; which I feel with you, do I not? |
| 16182 | Ah yes-- and Mr. Kenyon told me that you had spoken exaggerations-- such exaggerations!--Now should there not be some scolding... some? |
| 16182 | Ah, but I am serious-- and you will consider-- will you not? |
| 16182 | Ah,''these lucid moments, in which all things are thoroughly_ perceived_'';--what harm they do me!--And I am to''understand for you,''you say!--Am I? |
| 16182 | Ah-- what am I writing? |
| 16182 | All God''s urgency, so to speak, is on the_ justice_ of his judgments,_ rightness_ of his rule: yet why? |
| 16182 | Also, I could n''t help feeling more grateful still for the Duchess... who is under ban: and for how long I wonder? |
| 16182 | Always_ you_, is it, who torments me? |
| 16182 | Am I not generous? |
| 16182 | Am I not to thank you for all the pleasure and pride in these poems? |
| 16182 | Am I not to_ feel_, then, any trembling of the hand? |
| 16182 | Am I not writing nonsense to- night? |
| 16182 | Am I not yours-- are you not mine? |
| 16182 | Am I not''femme qui parle''to- day? |
| 16182 | Am I to see you on Monday? |
| 16182 | Am I wrong in the decision about Italy? |
| 16182 | And I am to be made to work very hard, am I? |
| 16182 | And I shall hear to- morrow again, really? |
| 16182 | And I shall really see you on Monday, dearest? |
| 16182 | And Luria... does it so interest you? |
| 16182 | And after all you did think... do think... that in some way or for some moment I blamed you, disbelieved you, distrusted you-- or why this letter? |
| 16182 | And are you not my''good''--all my good now-- my only good ever? |
| 16182 | And as to thinking... as to having ever thought, that you could''imitate''( can this word be''imitate''?) |
| 16182 | And be as brief as your heart lets you, to me who hoard up your words and get remote and imperfect ideas of what... shall it be written?... |
| 16182 | And before I knew you, what was I and where? |
| 16182 | And besides-- the apology would be nothing but the offence in another form-- unless you said it was all a mistake--(_will_ you, again?) |
| 16182 | And can that make_ you_ happy too? |
| 16182 | And can you guess what the constancy meant? |
| 16182 | And did I stay too long? |
| 16182 | And did he ask, or hear, or say anything? |
| 16182 | And do consider if it would not be wise and right on that account of your health, to go with Mr. Chorley? |
| 16182 | And do not they deserve an answer? |
| 16182 | And do you also know what a disadvantage this ignorance is to my art? |
| 16182 | And do you remember the visitation of the angels to Abraham( the Duke of Sutherland''s picture-- is it not?) |
| 16182 | And does Mr. Carlyle tell you that he has forbidden all''singing''to this perverse and froward generation, which should work and not sing? |
| 16182 | And have you told Mr. Carlyle that song is work, and also the condition of work? |
| 16182 | And here is mine... shall I tell you? |
| 16182 | And how could it be that no one within my hearing ever spoke of these poems? |
| 16182 | And how was it on Saturday-- that question I did not ask yesterday-- with Ben Jonson and the amateurs? |
| 16182 | And how''that way?'' |
| 16182 | And if I am''suspicious of your suspiciousness,''who gives cause, pray? |
| 16182 | And if anybody else said or wondered... how should I know? |
| 16182 | And if better for_ you_, can it be bad for_ me_? |
| 16182 | And if it becomes worse, can I help it? |
| 16182 | And if it does you good to go out and take exercise, why not go out and take it? |
| 16182 | And if it is true of the_ women_, what must the other side be? |
| 16182 | And if the charge is true, whose fault is it, pray? |
| 16182 | And if you will not take them here... or not so effectually as in other places;_ why not go with your Italian friends_? |
| 16182 | And in the meantime I shall see you to- morrow perhaps? |
| 16182 | And is it not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it? |
| 16182 | And is it reasonable?--Of_ you_, I mean? |
| 16182 | And is_ this_ right? |
| 16182 | And it is not dramatic in the strict sense, I am to understand--(am I right in understanding so?) |
| 16182 | And it is not( in the meantime) my fault-- now is it? |
| 16182 | And it was not even so true as that the coming event threw its shadow before? |
| 16182 | And must it not be so with my life, which if you choose to have it, must be respected too? |
| 16182 | And must not these verses of Landor''s be printed somewhere-- in the_ Examiner_? |
| 16182 | And no word before? |
| 16182 | And now goodbye-- I am to see you on Wednesday I trust-- and to hear you say you are better, still better, much better? |
| 16182 | And now how am I to feel when you tell me what you have told me-- and what you''could would and will''do, and_ shall not_ do?... |
| 16182 | And now if I ask a boon of you, will you forget afterwards that it ever was asked? |
| 16182 | And now may_ I_ begin questioning? |
| 16182 | And now that you are not well, will you take care? |
| 16182 | And now why do I tell you this, all of it? |
| 16182 | And now why should I go on with that sentence? |
| 16182 | And now, the natural inference from all this? |
| 16182 | And now-- not to make any more fuss about a matter of simple restitution-- may I have my letter back?... |
| 16182 | And now... for_ me_--_have_ I said a word?--_have_ I not been obedient? |
| 16182 | And now... what am I to do...''for my own sake and not yours?'' |
| 16182 | And now?--And your mother? |
| 16182 | And of whom, pray? |
| 16182 | And often as I see Mr. Kenyon, have I ever dreamed of asking any but the merest conventional questions about you; your health, and no more? |
| 16182 | And one other time only, do you say? |
| 16182 | And shall I allow myself to fancy how much alloy such pure gold as_ your_ love would have rendered endurable? |
| 16182 | And shall I not care, do you think?... |
| 16182 | And shall I tell you what happened, not yesterday, but the Thursday before? |
| 16182 | And so, and now... is it not advisable for you to go abroad at once... as you always intended, you know... now that your book is through the press? |
| 16182 | And surely''Alfred''s''pencil has not foregone its best privilege, not left_ the_ face unsketched? |
| 16182 | And talking still of compacts, how and where did I break any compact? |
| 16182 | And tell me too, if Æschylus not the divinest of all the divine Greek souls? |
| 16182 | And that''s the doctrine to be preached now,... is it? |
| 16182 | And the end of the whole matter is-- what? |
| 16182 | And the sun shines, and you would shine-- Monday is to make all the amends in its power, is it not? |
| 16182 | And then in a minute after...''And what is this about Ba?'' |
| 16182 | And then people will read Oh, to be in England and say to themselves...''Why who is this? |
| 16182 | And then will come the tragedies-- and then,... what beside? |
| 16182 | And then, Sir John Hanmer invited you, besides Mr. Warburton, and suppose you went to_ him_ for a very little time-- just for the change of air? |
| 16182 | And then, what did I say of the Dante and Beatrice? |
| 16182 | And there was everything right-- as how should there not be? |
| 16182 | And there''s an obvious moral to the myth, is n''t there? |
| 16182 | And walk much, and sleep more? |
| 16182 | And was it all for nothing, all needless after all? |
| 16182 | And was it more than I said about the cloak? |
| 16182 | And was the little book written with Mr. Mill, pure metaphysics, or what? |
| 16182 | And what but this makes me confident and happy? |
| 16182 | And what is to be the end of it? |
| 16182 | And what is''Luria''? |
| 16182 | And what more would you say? |
| 16182 | And what was the use of telling Mr. Kenyon that you were''quite well''when you know you are not? |
| 16182 | And when is''next time''to be-- Wednesday or Thursday? |
| 16182 | And when they_ do_, are they not bitter to your taste-- do you not wish them_ un_fulfilled? |
| 16182 | And where do you think Mr. Kenyon talks of going next February-- a long while off to be sure? |
| 16182 | And who was the visitor on Monday-- and if& c._ what_ did he remark?--And what is right or wrong with Saturday-- is it to be mine? |
| 16182 | And why is it that I feel to- night more than ever almost, as if I should stay in England? |
| 16182 | And why should you be''alone''when your sister is in the house? |
| 16182 | And why, when there is no motive for hurrying, run any risk? |
| 16182 | And why? |
| 16182 | And will you have Miss Martineau''s books when I can lend them to you? |
| 16182 | And wo n''t the court laurel( such as it is) be all the worthier of_ you_ for Wordsworth''s having worn it first? |
| 16182 | And you are doing your utmost to advance the event of events,--the exercise, and consequently( is it not?) |
| 16182 | And you are not better, still-- you are worse instead of better... are you not? |
| 16182 | And you ask whether you ought to obey this no- reason? |
| 16182 | And you call the_ Athenæum_''kind and satisfactory''? |
| 16182 | And you do like the''Duchess,''as much as you have got of it? |
| 16182 | And you fancy that I could propose Italy again? |
| 16182 | And you love me_ more_, you say?--Shall I thank you or God? |
| 16182 | And you really like_ that_? |
| 16182 | And you write to- morrow? |
| 16182 | And you-- you have tried a new journey from your room, have you not? |
| 16182 | And you? |
| 16182 | And you_ will_ give me_ that_? |
| 16182 | And your head, how is it? |
| 16182 | And, do you know, I agree with yourself a little when you say( as did you_ not_ say?) |
| 16182 | And, ever since you have known me, you have been worse--_that_, you confess!--and what if it should be the crossing of my bad star? |
| 16182 | And, except that taking care of your health, what would you do for me that you have not done? |
| 16182 | And-- did you ever try smoking as a remedy? |
| 16182 | And... less lightly... if you have right and reason on your side, may I not have a little on mine too? |
| 16182 | And... will you tell me? |
| 16182 | And_ is it_ nothing to be''justified to one''s self in one''s resources?'' |
| 16182 | And_ shall_ I indeed have a letter to- morrow? |
| 16182 | And_ you_... you think I doubt of you whenever I make an interjection!--now do you not? |
| 16182 | Another sheet-- and for what? |
| 16182 | Are not these two lawful letters? |
| 16182 | Are we agreed? |
| 16182 | Are you an infidel? |
| 16182 | Are you any better to- day? |
| 16182 | Are you better at all? |
| 16182 | Are you better, I wonder? |
| 16182 | Are you doing well to- day? |
| 16182 | Are you learned in the pulse that I should talk as if you were? |
| 16182 | Are you not my dear friend already, and shall I not use you? |
| 16182 | Are you not well-- or what? |
| 16182 | Are you so well? |
| 16182 | Are you trying the music to charm the brain to stillness? |
| 16182 | Are you''sure that they should?'' |
| 16182 | As to the''Venice''it gives proof( does it not?) |
| 16182 | At least it does not prevent my going on to agree with the saying of_ Spiridion_,... do you remember?... |
| 16182 | Because I am suffered to kiss the lips, shall I ever refuse to embrace the feet? |
| 16182 | Because who could be disloyal with_ you_... with whatever corrupt inclination? |
| 16182 | Because, you know,... if I should be ill_ before_... why there, is a conclusion!--but if_ afterward_... what? |
| 16182 | Believe_ me_ in this-- will you? |
| 16182 | Beside I have got a reassurance-- you asked me once if I were superstitious, I remember( as what do I forget that you say?). |
| 16182 | Browning?'' |
| 16182 | Brummel got into the carriage before the Regent,...( did n''t he?) |
| 16182 | But I have set my heart on_ seeing_ it-- will you remember next time, next Saturday? |
| 16182 | But I think of some half promises half given, about something I read for''Saul''--and the''Flight of the Duchess''--where is she? |
| 16182 | But I think you like the operation of writing as I should like that of painting or making music, do you not? |
| 16182 | But I_ do_ have it at last-- what should I say? |
| 16182 | But I_ have_ a new thing to say or sing-- you never before heard me love and bless and send my heart after--''Ba''--did you? |
| 16182 | But after all, how have I answered your letter? |
| 16182 | But belief in mesmerism is not the same thing as general unbelief-- to do it justice-- now is it? |
| 16182 | But did I dispute? |
| 16182 | But have you not discovered by this time that I go on talking with my thoughts away? |
| 16182 | But how did you expect Mr. Kenyon to''wonder''at_ you_, or be''vexed''with_ you_? |
| 16182 | But how''mistrustfulness''? |
| 16182 | But how,''a_ foolish_ comment''? |
| 16182 | But if it could be possible that you should mean to say you would show me.... Can it be? |
| 16182 | But if it''hurts''you to read and write ever so little, why should I be asked to write... for instance...''before Tuesday?'' |
| 16182 | But if your head turns still,..._ do_ you walk enough? |
| 16182 | But in what respect does Prometheus''fare_ well_,''or''better''even, since the beginning? |
| 16182 | But is there an English word of a significance different from''stamp,''in''stomp?'' |
| 16182 | But meantime, you will tell me about yourself, will you not? |
| 16182 | But my letter came last night, did it not? |
| 16182 | But now tell me if you can accept with the same stretched out hand all these lyrical poems? |
| 16182 | But now-- what is to make you raise that hand? |
| 16182 | But take_ you_ away... out of my life!--and what remains? |
| 16182 | But there are cold winds blowing to- day-- how do you bear them, my Ba? |
| 16182 | But there is no danger at present-- and why ruffle this present with disquieting thoughts? |
| 16182 | But these American books should not be reprinted here-- one asks, what and where is the class to which they address themselves? |
| 16182 | But to the serious matter... nay, I said yesterday, I believe-- keep off that Burgess-- he is stark staring mad-- mad, do you know? |
| 16182 | But what am I talking? |
| 16182 | But what could I speak that would not be unjust to you? |
| 16182 | But what have_ I_ done that you should ask what have_ you_ done? |
| 16182 | But what is that to you? |
| 16182 | But what shall we hear of it_ there_, my Siren? |
| 16182 | But what then? |
| 16182 | But what unlawful things have I said about''kindness''? |
| 16182 | But where is the need of talking of it? |
| 16182 | But where, pray, did I say, and when, that''everything would end well?'' |
| 16182 | But why does not the proof come all this time? |
| 16182 | But you have the review_ now_--surely? |
| 16182 | But you wo n''t be particular with_ me_ in the matter of transcription? |
| 16182 | But''the Moon''s regality will hear no praise''--well then, will she hear blame? |
| 16182 | But, my sweet, there is safer going in letters than in visits, do you not see? |
| 16182 | But... shall I give up_ at once_? |
| 16182 | But_ that_ is an objection( is n''t it?) |
| 16182 | But_ you_ are not driven on to any ends? |
| 16182 | But_ you_... in that case,... would it not be good for your head if you went at once? |
| 16182 | By the proverbial tenderness of the eye with the mote for the eye with the beam? |
| 16182 | By the way, do you suppose anybody else looks like him? |
| 16182 | C?'' |
| 16182 | Can I fancy one, shorter than you by a whole head of the soul, condescending to''_ bear_''such things? |
| 16182 | Can I forgive myself for having even seemed to have provoked it? |
| 16182 | Can I tell? |
| 16182 | Can it be meant I shall live this to the end? |
| 16182 | Can it be necessary for me to tell you that I could not have acted so, and did not? |
| 16182 | Can it be you, my own you past putting away,_ you_ are a schismatic and frequenter of Independent Dissenting Chapels? |
| 16182 | Can you care for me so much..._ you_? |
| 16182 | Can you help me or no? |
| 16182 | Can you help my sitting with the doors all open if I think it right? |
| 16182 | Can you understand me_ so_, dearest friend, after all? |
| 16182 | Could I do otherwise? |
| 16182 | Could he go with sufficient comfort by a merchant''s vessel to the Mediterranean... and might he drift about among the Greek islands? |
| 16182 | Could the very author of the book have done worse? |
| 16182 | Could you believe in such a thing? |
| 16182 | Could you like to see those knives? |
| 16182 | Could you really hold me to be blameless, and do you think that truehearted women act usually so? |
| 16182 | Could, and would, you give me such a sketch? |
| 16182 | Cry out... repent... and I will loose the links, and let you go again--_shall_ it be''_ My dear Miss Barrett_?'' |
| 16182 | Dear friend, you will tell Miss Thomson to stop further proceedings, will you not? |
| 16182 | Dear love, will that be kind, and right, and like the rest? |
| 16182 | Dear, dear Ba-- you speak of my silly head and its ailments... well, and what brings on the irritation? |
| 16182 | Dear, dear heart of my heart, life of my life,_ will this last_, let_ me_ begin to ask? |
| 16182 | Dear-- dearest-- if I feel that you love me, can I help it if, without any other sort of certain knowledge, the world grows lighter round me? |
| 16182 | Dearest, did I write you a cold letter the last time? |
| 16182 | Did Cornelius Agrippa know nothing without being told? |
| 16182 | Did I ever say that I had an objection to read the verses at six years old-- or see the drawings either? |
| 16182 | Did I ever tell you that you made me do what you choose? |
| 16182 | Did I ever think that_ you_ would think it worth while to ask me_ that_? |
| 16182 | Did I not tell you I turned down another street, even, the other day, and why not down yours? |
| 16182 | Did I not tell you before? |
| 16182 | Did I not tell you so once before? |
| 16182 | Did I require you to write a letter like this? |
| 16182 | Did I say_ that_ ever... that''I knew you must be tired?'' |
| 16182 | Did I thank you with any effect in the lines I sent yesterday, dear Miss Barrett? |
| 16182 | Did Sir Percival say so to Sir Gawaine across the Round Table, in those times of chivalry to which you belong by the soul? |
| 16182 | Did he_ know_ from_ you_ that you were to see me last Thursday? |
| 16182 | Did the Monday work work harm to the head, I wonder? |
| 16182 | Did you ever feel afraid of your own soul, as I have done? |
| 16182 | Did you ever hear of a dog before who did not persecute one with beseeching eyes at mealtimes? |
| 16182 | Did you ever hear of the plain speaking of some of the continental lottery- projectors? |
| 16182 | Did you ever see a tree after it has been struck by lightning? |
| 16182 | Did you ever, ever tire me? |
| 16182 | Did you go to Chelsea and hear the divine philosophy? |
| 16182 | Did you go to Moxon''s and settle the printing matter? |
| 16182 | Did you hear of my meeting someone at the door whom I take to have been one of your brothers? |
| 16182 | Did you not get a note of mine, a hurried note, which was meant for yesterday- afternoon''s delivery? |
| 16182 | Did you read in the_ Athenæum_ how Jules Janin-- no, how the critic on Jules Janin( was it the critic? |
| 16182 | Did you think of me, I wonder? |
| 16182 | Did you walk with him his way, or did he walk with you yours? |
| 16182 | Did your sister tell you that I met her on the stairs last time? |
| 16182 | Do I go out? |
| 16182 | Do I not know what you mean by that? |
| 16182 | Do I not know you, soul to soul? |
| 16182 | Do I tease you as I tease myself sometimes? |
| 16182 | Do I''stand''--Do I walk? |
| 16182 | Do n''t let the tragedy or aught else do you harm-- will you? |
| 16182 | Do n''t you remember I told you, once on a time that you''knew nothing of me''? |
| 16182 | Do n''t you think so in a measure? |
| 16182 | Do n''t you think so? |
| 16182 | Do not write''Luria''if your head is uneasy-- and you can not say that it is not... can you? |
| 16182 | Do take more exercise, this week, and make war against those dreadful sensations in the head-- now, will you? |
| 16182 | Do we answer the sun when he shines? |
| 16182 | Do you ever wonder at me... that I should write such things, and have written others so different? |
| 16182 | Do you indeed suppose that Heraud could have done this? |
| 16182 | Do you know I was once not very far from seeing-- really seeing you? |
| 16182 | Do you know Tennyson?--that is, with a face to face knowledge? |
| 16182 | Do you know anything of Nat Lee''s Tragedies? |
| 16182 | Do you know this Mr. Russell, and what sort of music he suits to his melancholy? |
| 16182 | Do you know_ them_? |
| 16182 | Do you not believe that I tell you what I think, and as I think it? |
| 16182 | Do you not like to hear such things said? |
| 16182 | Do you not see at once what a disqualifying and paralysing phrase it must be, of simple necessity? |
| 16182 | Do you not suppose I am grateful? |
| 16182 | Do you not suppose that the play is founded( confounded) on Shelley''s poem, as the French use materials... by distraction, into confusion? |
| 16182 | Do you not think so? |
| 16182 | Do you not think so? |
| 16182 | Do you really mean it? |
| 16182 | Do you recollect Donne''s pretty lines about seals? |
| 16182 | Do you remember how you told me of''Luria''last year, in one of your early letters? |
| 16182 | Do you remember the purple lock of a king on which hung the fate of a city? |
| 16182 | Do you remember this application, among the countless ones of shadow to the transiency of life? |
| 16182 | Do you see clearly now that the latter lines refer to the combination in you,--the qualities over and above those held in common with Chaucer? |
| 16182 | Do you see the_ Athenæum_? |
| 16182 | Do you see? |
| 16182 | Do you suppose that your power of giving and refusing ends when you have shut your room- door? |
| 16182 | Do you think I have not seen in this world how women who_ do_ love will manage to confer that gift on occasion? |
| 16182 | Do you think I shall see you in two months, three months? |
| 16182 | Do you think he ever knew what mental labour is? |
| 16182 | Do you think it would? |
| 16182 | Do you think more than this? |
| 16182 | Do you think so? |
| 16182 | Do you think the kindness has missed its due effect? |
| 16182 | Do you think they meant Landor''s''Count Julian''--the''subject of his tragedy''sure enough,--and that_ he_ was the friend of Southey? |
| 16182 | Do you understand this? |
| 16182 | Do you want to hear me say I can not love you less...? |
| 16182 | Do you? |
| 16182 | Do you_ not_ think it possible now? |
| 16182 | Do_ you_ conjecture sometimes that I live all alone here like Mariana in the moated Grange? |
| 16182 | Do_ you_, ever? |
| 16182 | Does anybody do it, I wonder? |
| 16182 | Does the sun rake and hoe about the garden as well as thine steadily over it? |
| 16182 | Does this sound too fantastical? |
| 16182 | Does your inordinate attachment to gay life interfere with my deep passion for society? |
| 16182 | Dugald Stewart said that genius made naturally a lop- sided mind-- did he not? |
| 16182 | Ever dearest, you could not think me in earnest in that letter? |
| 16182 | First... of yourself; how can it be that you are unwell again,... and that you should talk( now did you not?--did I not hear you say so?) |
| 16182 | For the Tuesday coming, I shall remember that too-- who could forget it?... |
| 16182 | From the beginning, now_ did_ I not believe you too much? |
| 16182 | From whence, by a parity of reasoning, I may discover, I think, that the very ink and paper were-- ah, what were they? |
| 16182 | George thought it worth while going to Mr. Talfourd''s yesterday, just to see the author of''Paracelsus''dance the Polka... should I not tell you? |
| 16182 | George who admires_ you_, does not tolerate Mr. Chorley...( did I tell ever?) |
| 16182 | God bless you, I am ever your own R. You will write to me I trust? |
| 16182 | God bless you, dearest friend-- shall I hear from you before Tuesday? |
| 16182 | Gone the way of all promises, is that promise? |
| 16182 | Grandmama Grey and the night cap and all? |
| 16182 | Have I a great head like Goethe''s that there should be room? |
| 16182 | Have I done wrong in thus answering? |
| 16182 | Have I expressed to you at all how''Luria''impresses_ me_ more and more? |
| 16182 | Have I not been ground down to browns and blacks? |
| 16182 | Have I your meaning here? |
| 16182 | Have they reprinted the''Seraphim''? |
| 16182 | Have we such jarring tastes, then? |
| 16182 | Have you in you any surviving innocence of this sort? |
| 16182 | Have you read the''Improvisatore''? |
| 16182 | Have you seen Mr. Kenyon? |
| 16182 | Have you seen all the birds and beasts in the world? |
| 16182 | Have you thought of it at all? |
| 16182 | Have_ you_ known Nonnus,..._ you_ who forget nothing? |
| 16182 | He sees things in broad blazing lights-- but he does not analyse them like a philosopher-- do you think so? |
| 16182 | He was tormented by an evil spirit-- but how, we are not told... and the consolation is not obliged to be definite,... is it? |
| 16182 | He_ said_ that one of his purposes in staying in town, was to''_ knout_''me every day-- didn''t he? |
| 16182 | Helps and Miss Emma Fisher and the''many others,''whose company brings one down to the right plebeianism? |
| 16182 | How I am writing!--And what are the questions you did not answer? |
| 16182 | How I remember sitting in''my house under the sideboard,''in the dining- room, concocting one of the soliloquies beginning Que suis je? |
| 16182 | How am I to feel towards you, do you imagine,... who have the world round you and yet make me this to you? |
| 16182 | How am I to use so fine a thing even in writing to you? |
| 16182 | How am I? |
| 16182 | How are you-- may I hope to hear soon? |
| 16182 | How are you? |
| 16182 | How are you? |
| 16182 | How are you? |
| 16182 | How can I ever''return''as people say( as they might say in their ledgers)... any of it all? |
| 16182 | How can a man spend four or five successive months on the sea, most cheaply-- at the least pecuniary expense, I mean? |
| 16182 | How can there be vulgarity even of manners, with so much mental refinement? |
| 16182 | How could I mistake? |
| 16182 | How could you think that I should speak to Mr. Kenyon of the book? |
| 16182 | How do you bear it? |
| 16182 | How do you mean that I am''lenient''? |
| 16182 | How does one make''silent promises''... or, rather, how does the maker of them communicate that fact to whomsoever it may concern? |
| 16182 | How have I deserved from God and you all that I thank you for? |
| 16182 | How have I provoked this letter? |
| 16182 | How have you determined respecting the American Edition? |
| 16182 | How indeed can I who have not even a heart left of my own, to love you with? |
| 16182 | How is the head? |
| 16182 | How is the head? |
| 16182 | How is the play going on? |
| 16182 | How is your head to- day? |
| 16182 | How is your head? |
| 16182 | How much philosophy does it take,--please to instruct me,--in order to the decent bearing of such disasters? |
| 16182 | How must I feel, and what can, or could I say even if you let me say all? |
| 16182 | How shall I ever prove what my heart is to you? |
| 16182 | How will the love my heart is full of for you, let me be silent? |
| 16182 | How will you ever see it as I feel it? |
| 16182 | How would any woman have felt... who could feel at all... hearing such words said( though''in a dream''indeed) by such a speaker? |
| 16182 | How you overcome me as always you do-- and where is the answer to anything except too deep down in the heart for even the pearl- divers? |
| 16182 | I am but too proud of your praise-- when will the blame come-- at Malta? |
| 16182 | I am thankful for you, all about you-- as, do you not know? |
| 16182 | I am yours for ever-- if you are not_ here_, with me-- what then? |
| 16182 | I can not repress the...''How have I deserved_ this_ of Him?'' |
| 16182 | I choose Friday, then,--but I shall hear from you before Thursday, I dare hope? |
| 16182 | I do n''t dare-- yet I will-- ask_ can_ you read this? |
| 16182 | I do not remember anything else of Landor''s with the same bearing-- do you? |
| 16182 | I felt it would be so before, and told you at the very beginning-- do you remember? |
| 16182 | I have many things( indifferent things, after those) to say; will you write, if but a few lines, to change the associations for that purpose? |
| 16182 | I have not been down- stairs to- day-- the wind is too cold-- but you have walked? |
| 16182 | I have not had_ every_ love- luxury, I now find out... where is the proper, rationally to- be- expected--''_lovers''quarrel_''? |
| 16182 | I hold that I should be Ba, and also_ your_ Ba... which is''insolence''... will you say? |
| 16182 | I like his poems, I think, better than you--''the Sonnets,''do you know them? |
| 16182 | I live in chaos do you know? |
| 16182 | I may be as capricious as I please,... may I not? |
| 16182 | I mean that absurd affair of the''Autography''--now_ is n''t_ it absurd? |
| 16182 | I mean, a poem not in the dramatic form? |
| 16182 | I say to them--''well: how many more questions?'' |
| 16182 | I send you the foolish letter I wrote to- day in answer to your too long one-- too long, was it not, as you felt? |
| 16182 | I shall hear? |
| 16182 | I wanted to show you how you had given me pleasure-- and so,--did I give you pain? |
| 16182 | I was going to say''kind''and pull down the thunders... how_ un_kind... will_ that_ do? |
| 16182 | I will bring one part at least next time, and''Luria''take away, if you let me, so all will be off my mind, and April and May be the welcomer? |
| 16182 | I, and in what? |
| 16182 | I_ can not_ choose to give you any pain, even on the chance of its being a less pain, a less evil, than what may follow perhaps( who can say? |
| 16182 | I_ do_, God knows, lay up in my heart these priceless treasures,--shall I tell you? |
| 16182 | If I had my whole life in my hands with your letter, could I thank you for it, I wonder, at all worthily? |
| 16182 | If I put off next Tuesday to the week after-- I mean your visit,--shall you care much? |
| 16182 | If he did it might be as well, do you not think? |
| 16182 | If it were not for Mr. Kenyon I should take courage and say Monday-- but Tuesday and Saturday would do as well-- would they not? |
| 16182 | If not''kind''... then_ kindest_... will that do better? |
| 16182 | If she must displease one of two, why is Mr. B. not to be thanked and''sent to feed,''as the French say prettily? |
| 16182 | If so-- why what follows and ought to follow? |
| 16182 | If the devotion of the remainder of my life could prove that I hear,... would it be proof enough? |
| 16182 | If the public does not learn, where is the marvel of it? |
| 16182 | If the wind blows east or west, where can any remedy be, while such evil deeds are being committed? |
| 16182 | If we two went to the gaming- table, and you gave me a purse of gold to play with, should I have a right to talk proudly of''my stakes?'' |
| 16182 | If you have killed Luria as you helped to kill my violets, what shall I say, do you fancy? |
| 16182 | In other words you believe of me that I was thinking just of my own( what shall I call it for a motive base and small enough?) |
| 16182 | In so many words, is it on my account that you bid me''leave this subject''? |
| 16182 | Indeed I would, dearest Ba, go with entire gladness and pride to see a light that came from your room-- why should that surprise you? |
| 16182 | Indeed there was nothing wrong-- how could there be? |
| 16182 | Is Monday or Tuesday to be_ our_ day? |
| 16182 | Is any better to be done? |
| 16182 | Is anybody to be rich through''mica'', I wonder? |
| 16182 | Is it a double oracle--''swan and shadow''--do you think? |
| 16182 | Is it gone now, dearest, ever- dearest? |
| 16182 | Is it indeed true that I was so near to the pleasure and honour of making your acquaintance? |
| 16182 | Is it not a warm summer? |
| 16182 | Is it not great good, and great joy? |
| 16182 | Is it not so with you? |
| 16182 | Is it not that? |
| 16182 | Is it not the truth now that you hate writing to me? |
| 16182 | Is it possible that imaginative writers should be so fond of depreciating and lamenting over their own destiny? |
| 16182 | Is it possible? |
| 16182 | Is it so really? |
| 16182 | Is it so? |
| 16182 | Is it true that your wishes fulfil themselves? |
| 16182 | Is it true, as you say, that I''know so"little"''of you? |
| 16182 | Is it unkindly written of me? |
| 16182 | Is it verily his will that I should keep his golden baton? |
| 16182 | Is it wonderful that I should stand as in a dream, and disbelieve-- not_ you_--but my own fate? |
| 16182 | Is it''the cruellest cut of all''when you talk of infinite kindness, yet attribute such villainy to me? |
| 16182 | Is it_ so_ that people get well? |
| 16182 | Is n''t it a disgrace to anyone with a pretension to poetry? |
| 16182 | Is n''t it true? |
| 16182 | Is not that good? |
| 16182 | Is not this an infinite letter? |
| 16182 | Is not_ that_ strange? |
| 16182 | Is that done? |
| 16182 | Is that plain? |
| 16182 | Is the poem under your thumb, emerging from it? |
| 16182 | Is the''Flight of the Duchess''in the portfolio? |
| 16182 | Is there a reason against it? |
| 16182 | Is there an objection to this-- except the change of steamers... repeated... for I must get down to Southampton-- and the leaving England so soon? |
| 16182 | Is there not fault in your not walking, by your own confession? |
| 16182 | Is there not good in the world after all? |
| 16182 | It ca n''t be helped-- can it? |
| 16182 | It is very kind to send these flowers-- too kind-- why are they sent? |
| 16182 | It is well to be able to be glad about something-- is is it not? |
| 16182 | It is well to fly towards the light, even where there may be some fluttering and bruising of wings against the windowpanes, is it not? |
| 16182 | It is your promise to me? |
| 16182 | It seems to me that I do both, or why all this wonder and gratitude? |
| 16182 | It was an honest straightforward proof of repentance-- was it not? |
| 16182 | It was not wrong of me to let them know it?--no? |
| 16182 | It_ is_''Italy in England''--isn''t it? |
| 16182 | Just see,--will you be first and only compact- breaker? |
| 16182 | Keeping these, if it be God''s will that the body passes,--what is that? |
| 16182 | Lady A./ I was thinking of trying the ponies in the Park-- are you engaged? |
| 16182 | Let him come to- morrow or on Tuesday, and Wednesday will be safe-- shall we consider? |
| 16182 | Let me hear how you are-- Will you? |
| 16182 | Let me write to- morrow, sweet? |
| 16182 | Let me!--And you walk? |
| 16182 | Like to write? |
| 16182 | May I ask how the head is? |
| 16182 | May I ask such questions? |
| 16182 | May I be with you( for this once) next Monday, at_ two_ instead of_ three_ o''clock? |
| 16182 | May I kiss your cheek and pray this, my own, all- beloved? |
| 16182 | May I let that stay... dearest,( the_ line_ stay, not the mouth)? |
| 16182 | May I see the first act first? |
| 16182 | Might it be desirable for me to give up the whole? |
| 16182 | More or less, I really love you, but it does not sound right, even_ so_, does it? |
| 16182 | Mr. Chorley speaks some things very well-- but what does he mean about''execution,''_ en revanche_? |
| 16182 | Mr. Kenyon brought me your note yesterday to read about the''order in the button- hole''--ah!--or''oh,_ you_,''may I not re- echo? |
| 16182 | Mr. Kenyon said to me one morning''Would you like to see Miss Barrett?'' |
| 16182 | Must you see''Pauline''? |
| 16182 | My faults, my faults-- Shall I help you? |
| 16182 | My friend, what ought I to tell you on that head( or the reverse rather)--of your discourse? |
| 16182 | My sweetest''plague,''_ did_ I really write that sentence so, without gloss or comment in close vicinity? |
| 16182 | Need I assure you that I shall always hear with the deepest interest every word you will say to me of what you are doing or about to do? |
| 16182 | Never you care, dear noble Carlyle, nor you, my own friend Alfred over the sea, nor a troop of true lovers!--Are not their fates written? |
| 16182 | Ninety is not a high pulse... for a fever of this kind-- is it? |
| 16182 | No, the very first piece was a single stanza, if I remember, in which was this line:''When bason- crested Quixote, lean and bold,''--good, is it not? |
| 16182 | Not that I_ feel_, even, more bound to you for them-- they have their weight, I_ know_... but_ what_ weight beside the divine gift of yourself? |
| 16182 | Not''much to answer?'' |
| 16182 | Not( either) that I believe in the relation... because such things are not hereditary, are they? |
| 16182 | Now Ba thinks nothing can be worse than that? |
| 16182 | Now am I not anxious to know what your father said? |
| 16182 | Now did I not tell you when I first knew you, that I was leaning out of the window? |
| 16182 | Now do I ask humbly enough? |
| 16182 | Now how do you read that omen? |
| 16182 | Now if I do not seem grateful enough to you,_ am_ I so much to blame? |
| 16182 | Now if people do not cry out about these poems, what are we to think of the world? |
| 16182 | Now is it not foolish? |
| 16182 | Now is n''t the world too old and fond of steam, for blank verse poems, in ever so many books, to be written on the fairies? |
| 16182 | Now is that right, consequential-- that is,_ inferential_; logically deduced, going straight to the end--_manly_? |
| 16182 | Now let me write out that-- no-- I will send the old ballad I told you of, for the strange coincidence-- and it is very charming beside, is it not? |
| 16182 | Now ought I not to know about letters, I who have had so many... from chief minds too, as society goes in England and America? |
| 16182 | Now what did I say that was wrong or unkind even by construction? |
| 16182 | Now what shall I do? |
| 16182 | Now why should you be too proud to teach such persons as only desire to be taught? |
| 16182 | Now will you be particularly encouraged by this successful instance to bring forward any other point of disunion between us that may occur to you? |
| 16182 | Now you will not forget? |
| 16182 | Now you will write? |
| 16182 | Now you wo n''t mind? |
| 16182 | Now, as far as that vice of vanity goes... shall I tell you?... |
| 16182 | Now, could a woman have been more curious? |
| 16182 | Now, is it not a good omen, a pleasant inconscious prophecy of what is to be? |
| 16182 | Now, is it not enough that the work be honoured-- enough I mean, for the worker? |
| 16182 | Now, is that taken from your book? |
| 16182 | Now, ought I to have asked for it? |
| 16182 | Now, shall I tell you what I did yesterday? |
| 16182 | Now, will you try to understand? |
| 16182 | Now,_ have_ I been curious or anxious? |
| 16182 | Now_ is_ he not cold?--and is it not easy to see_ why_ he is forced to write his own scenes five times over and over? |
| 16182 | Now_ is_ it just of you? |
| 16182 | Now_ should_ there? |
| 16182 | Of course I acknowledge it to be yours,... that high reason of no reason-- I acknowledged it to be yours( did n''t I?) |
| 16182 | Of course you are_ self- conscious_--How could you be a poet otherwise? |
| 16182 | Of what use is talking? |
| 16182 | Of yours you say nothing-- I trust you see your... dare I say your_ duty_ in the Pisa affair, as all else_ must_ see it-- shall I hear on Monday? |
| 16182 | Oh that book-- does one wake or sleep? |
| 16182 | Oh, my Ba-- how you shall hear of this to- morrow-- that is all:_ I_ hate writing? |
| 16182 | Oh, my love-- why-- what is it you think to do, or become''afterward,''that you may fail in and so disappoint me? |
| 16182 | Oh, these vain and most heathenish repetitions-- do I not vex you by them,_ you_ whom I would always please, and never vex? |
| 16182 | Oh-- should I bear it, do you think? |
| 16182 | On Monday-- is it not? |
| 16182 | On Thursday,--you remember? |
| 16182 | On Tuesday I shall see you, dearest-- am much better; well to- day-- are you well-- or''scarcely to be called an invalid''? |
| 16182 | On the glass of his own opera- lorgnon, perhaps:--shall we ask him to try_ that_? |
| 16182 | On the other hand you must prepare yourself to forbear and to forgive-- will you? |
| 16182 | Once he said... not to me... but I heard of it:''What, if genius should be nothing but scrofula?'' |
| 16182 | Only a god for the Epicurean, at best, can you be? |
| 16182 | Only if I do not write and if you find Thursday admissible, will you come then? |
| 16182 | Only it would be more right in me to be grateful than to talk so-- now would n''t it? |
| 16182 | Only,''Pauline,''I must have_ some day_--why not without the emendations? |
| 16182 | Or did I not seem grateful enough at the promise? |
| 16182 | Or did I tell you that before? |
| 16182 | Or did you think that I was making my own road clear in the the thing I said about--''jilts''? |
| 16182 | Or is it the''lure''? |
| 16182 | Or is it( which I am inclined to think most probable) that you are tired of a same life and want change? |
| 16182 | Or is my view wrong? |
| 16182 | Or shall I come at the usual time to- morrow? |
| 16182 | Or will you if you can? |
| 16182 | Ought I to say there will be two days more? |
| 16182 | Ought that to be done? |
| 16182 | Ought you to say such things, when in the first place they are unfit in themselves and inapplicable, and in the second place, abominable in my eyes? |
| 16182 | People who can walk do n''t always walk into the lion''s den as a consequence-- do they? |
| 16182 | Perhaps you have decided to go at once with your friends-- who knows? |
| 16182 | Pomegranates you may cut deep down the middle and see into, but not hearts,--so why should I try and speak? |
| 16182 | Poor Regulus!--Can''t you conceive how fine it must have been altogether? |
| 16182 | Publics in the mass are bad enough; but to distil the dregs of the public and baptise oneself in that acrid moisture, where can be the temptation? |
| 16182 | Remember how you wrote in your''Gismond''What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture- engine''s whole Strength on it? |
| 16182 | Say how you are-- will you? |
| 16182 | See when presently I_ only_ write to you daily, hourly if you let me? |
| 16182 | Shall I be too late for the post, I wonder? |
| 16182 | Shall I dare write down a grievance of my heart, and not offend you? |
| 16182 | Shall I go down- stairs to- day? |
| 16182 | Shall I have a letter to make me glad? |
| 16182 | Shall I have a letter? |
| 16182 | Shall I have the''Soul''s Tragedy''on Saturday?--any of it? |
| 16182 | Shall I hear how you are to- night, I wonder? |
| 16182 | Shall I not hear from you? |
| 16182 | Shall I not know one day how far your mouth will be from mine as we walk? |
| 16182 | Shall I send it to you presently? |
| 16182 | Shall I tell you? |
| 16182 | Shall I whisper it to you under the memory of the last rose of last summer? |
| 16182 | Shall I? |
| 16182 | Shall I? |
| 16182 | Shall I_ see_ you on Monday? |
| 16182 | Shall it be so? |
| 16182 | Should I have said to you instead of it...''_ Love me for ever_''? |
| 16182 | Should I not, do you think? |
| 16182 | Should not these fragments be severed otherwise than by numbers? |
| 16182 | Should you have it, or not? |
| 16182 | Should you mind it very much? |
| 16182 | So adventurous? |
| 16182 | So genius is to renounce itself--_that_ is the new critical doctrine, is it? |
| 16182 | So it is to be on Saturday? |
| 16182 | So now I am well; so now, is dearest Ba well? |
| 16182 | So now, at last, tell me-- how do you write, O my poet? |
| 16182 | So when wise people happen to be ill, they sit up till six o''clock in the morning and get up again at nine? |
| 16182 | So will you, for me? |
| 16182 | So you can decypher my_ utterest_ hieroglyphic? |
| 16182 | So you have got to like society, and would enjoy it, you think? |
| 16182 | So you really have_ hills_ at New Cross, and not hills by courtesy? |
| 16182 | So you will put by your''Duchess''... will you not? |
| 16182 | So you will see some one with an opinion to give, and take it? |
| 16182 | So your chance is my chance; my success your success, you say, and my failure, your failure, will you not say? |
| 16182 | So, I am not even to have your low spirits leaning on mine? |
| 16182 | So, if I ask, may I have''Luria''back to morrow? |
| 16182 | So, wish by wish, one gets one''s wishes-- at least I do-- for one instance, you will go to Italy[ Illustration: Music followed by?] |
| 16182 | So, you, dearest, will clear me with him if he wonders, will you not? |
| 16182 | So,_ that_ way you will take my two days and turn them against me? |
| 16182 | So... would it not be advisable for you to call at his door for a moment-- and_ before_ you come here? |
| 16182 | So_ that shall_ be!--Am I not good now, and not a teazer? |
| 16182 | Something else just heard, makes me reluctantly strike out_ Saturday_--_ Monday_ then? |
| 16182 | Something, you said yesterday, made me happy--''that your liking for me did not come and go''--do you remember? |
| 16182 | Still it comes to something in their likeness, but we will not talk of it and break off the chrystals-- they_ are_ so brittle, then? |
| 16182 | Still it is all true... is n''t it?... |
| 16182 | Still... is he to die_ so_? |
| 16182 | Such abominable taste-- now is n''t it? |
| 16182 | Take away the shoebuckles and I believe in the little spirit-- don''t_ you_? |
| 16182 | Talking of happiness-- shall I tell you? |
| 16182 | Tell me of Mr. Kenyon''s dinner and Moxon? |
| 16182 | Tell me, beloved, how you are-- I shall hear it to- night-- shall I not? |
| 16182 | Tell me-- And what can you mean about''unimportance,''when you were worse last week... this expiring week... than ever before, by your own confession? |
| 16182 | That is done, then-- and now, what do I wish to tell you first? |
| 16182 | That pain in it-- what can it mean? |
| 16182 | That''s love-- is it not? |
| 16182 | The consistent inference... the''self- denying ordinance''? |
| 16182 | The first you ever gave me was a yellow rose sent in a letter, and shall I tell you what_ that_ means-- the yellow rose? |
| 16182 | The pond before the window was frozen(''so as to bear sparrows''somebody said) and I knew you would feel it--''but you are not unwell''--really? |
| 16182 | The post arrangement I will remember-- to- day, for instance, will this reach you at 8? |
| 16182 | The projected book-- title, scheme, all of it,--_that_ is astounding;--and fairies? |
| 16182 | The projector furnishes somewhat, as you hear, but not_ all_--and now-- the worst is heard,--will you quarrel with him? |
| 16182 | The remembrance rose up in me like a ghost, and made me ask you once to promise what you promised...( you recollect?) |
| 16182 | The sun came out, the wind changed... where was the obstacle? |
| 16182 | The worst is, that I write''too kind''letters-- I!--and what does that criticism mean, pray? |
| 16182 | The''Inscription,''how does that read? |
| 16182 | The''_ absolu_''( do you remember Balzac''s beautiful story?) |
| 16182 | The''cudgelling of the brain''is as good labour as the grinding of the colours,... do you not think? |
| 16182 | The''flower in the letter''was from one of my sisters-- from Arabel( though many of these poems are_ ideal_... will you understand?) |
| 16182 | The''urn by the Adriatic''( which all the French know how to turn upside down) fixes the reference to Shelley-- does it not? |
| 16182 | Then Stormie took the opportunity of swearing to me by all his gods that your name was mentioned lately in the House of Commons--_is_ that true? |
| 16182 | Then for the Elf story... why should such things be written by men like Mr. Horne? |
| 16182 | Then you will not use the shower- bath again-- you promise? |
| 16182 | There can be no doubt of it,--and now, what of it to me? |
| 16182 | Therefore the whole rests with you-- unless illness should intervene-- and you will be kind and good( will you not?) |
| 16182 | These_ Hood_ poems are all to be in the next''Bells''of course-- of necessity? |
| 16182 | They call me down- stairs to supper-- and my fire is out, and you keep me from feeling cold and yet ask if I am well? |
| 16182 | They love Tennyson so much that the colour of his waistcoats is a sort of minor Oregon question... and I like that-- do not_ you_? |
| 16182 | Think for yourself and for me-- could you not go out on such days? |
| 16182 | This arrived on Saturday night-- I just correct it in time for this our first post-- will it do, the new matter? |
| 16182 | This is not endurable... ought not to be... should it now? |
| 16182 | This sweet Autumn Evening, Friday, comes all golden into the room and makes me write to you-- not think of you-- yet what shall I write? |
| 16182 | This week I have done nothing to''Luria''--is it that my_ ring_ is gone? |
| 16182 | Thursday, and again I am with you-- and you will forget nothing... how the farewell is to be returned? |
| 16182 | Till when, pray believe me, with respect and esteem, Your most obliged and disobliged at these blank endings-- what have I done? |
| 16182 | To tell you to''forget me when forgetting seemed happiest for you,''...( was it not_ that_, I said?) |
| 16182 | To- day-- how are you? |
| 16182 | To- morrow you shall tell me, dearest, that Mrs. Jameson wondered to see you so well-- did she not wonder? |
| 16182 | Too, too bad-- isn''t it? |
| 16182 | Try to let it be long to you-- will you? |
| 16182 | Twice round the inner enclosure is what I can compass now-- which is equal to once round the world-- is it not? |
| 16182 | Understand for me, my dearest-- And do you think, sweet, that there_ is_ any free movement of my soul which your penholder is to secure? |
| 16182 | Upon second or third thoughts, is n''t it true that you are a little suspicious of me? |
| 16182 | Was I in the wrong, dearest, to go away with Mr. Kenyon? |
| 16182 | Was I not glad, do you think? |
| 16182 | Was ever such a''_ great_''poet before? |
| 16182 | Was he writing for the_ Retrospective Review_? |
| 16182 | Was it very wrong of me, doing what I told you of yesterday? |
| 16182 | Was n''t it severe, to come from dear Mr. Kenyon? |
| 16182 | Was not that Mr. Kenyon last evening? |
| 16182 | Was not_ that_ an ingenious cruelty? |
| 16182 | Was the Hebrew yours_ then_..._ written then_, I mean... or written_ now_? |
| 16182 | Was_ that_ in the dream, when we two met on the stairs? |
| 16182 | We feel that Husain himself could only say afterward...''_ That is done._''And now-- surely you think well of the work as a whole? |
| 16182 | We should not mind... should we? |
| 16182 | Well!--and what do you think? |
| 16182 | Well, I ventured, and what did I find? |
| 16182 | Well, and I am not to be grateful for that; nor that you_ do_''eat your dinner''? |
| 16182 | Well, and may I not as easily ask leave to come''to- morrow at the Muezzin''as next Wednesday at three? |
| 16182 | Well, dear-- and when I_ can_ no longer-- you will not blame me? |
| 16182 | Were you wet on Wednesday? |
| 16182 | What can I say, or hope to say to you when I see what you do for me? |
| 16182 | What can be known of me in that time? |
| 16182 | What could I give you, which it would not be ungenerous to give? |
| 16182 | What do you advise? |
| 16182 | What do you say? |
| 16182 | What do you think frightened me in your letter for a second or two? |
| 16182 | What do you think? |
| 16182 | What do you think? |
| 16182 | What do you, to whom it is addressed, see in it more than the world that wants to see it and sha n''t have it? |
| 16182 | What does_ that prove_? |
| 16182 | What does_ that_ mean, also tell me? |
| 16182 | What good can I do you with all my thoughts, when you keep unwell? |
| 16182 | What had I to say of''painful things,''I wonder? |
| 16182 | What had he to do else, as a critic? |
| 16182 | What have you ever been to me except too generous? |
| 16182 | What if you go next week? |
| 16182 | What is it you ask of me, this first asking? |
| 16182 | What man... what woman? |
| 16182 | What nonsense? |
| 16182 | What one passage of all these, cited with the very air of a Columbus, but has been known to all who know anything of poetry this many, many a year? |
| 16182 | What shall I decide on? |
| 16182 | What shall I do? |
| 16182 | What shall I do? |
| 16182 | What shall save me from wreck: but truly? |
| 16182 | What should I be if I could fail willingly to you in the least thing? |
| 16182 | What should I do for a month even? |
| 16182 | What should I do if I did not see you nor hear from you, without being able to feel that it was for your happiness? |
| 16182 | What should people be made of, in order to bear such words, do you think? |
| 16182 | What was the world to me, do you think? |
| 16182 | What was_ I_ that I should think otherwise? |
| 16182 | What will you think when I write to ask you_ not_ to come to- morrow, Wednesday; but... on Friday perhaps, instead? |
| 16182 | What, after all, is a good temper but generosity in trifles-- and what, without it, is the happiness of life? |
| 16182 | What_ is_ clear? |
| 16182 | When I last saw him, a fortnight ago, he turned, from I do n''t know what other talk, quite abruptly on me with,''Did you never try to write a_ Song_? |
| 16182 | When I see the unicorn and grieve proportionately, do you mean to say you are not going to grieve too, for my sake? |
| 16182 | When does the book come out? |
| 16182 | When shall I tell you more... on Monday or Tuesday? |
| 16182 | When the letter came.... Do you know that all that time I was frightened of you? |
| 16182 | When you come to know me as well as I know myself, what can save me, do you think, from disappointing and displeasing you? |
| 16182 | When you said once that it''did not come and go,''--was it not enough? |
| 16182 | When you write will you say exactly how you are? |
| 16182 | Where are my words for the thanks? |
| 16182 | Where is the meaning, pray, of E.B._C._? |
| 16182 | Where is the wrong in all this? |
| 16182 | Where so little is to be got, why offer much more? |
| 16182 | Where was the fault to be forgiven, except in_ me_, for not being right in my meaning? |
| 16182 | Where''s Luigi Pulci, that one do n''t the man see? |
| 16182 | Whereas he begins to wave a flap and show how ready they are to be off-- for what else were the good of him? |
| 16182 | Wherefore, all is right again, is it not? |
| 16182 | Wherein does hemlock resemble fennel? |
| 16182 | Which is generous in you-- but in_ me_, where were the integrity? |
| 16182 | Who can tell? |
| 16182 | Who can_ not_ do that? |
| 16182 | Who combines different faculties as you do, striking the whole octave? |
| 16182 | Who told me of your skulls and spiders? |
| 16182 | Who told you of my sculls and spider webs-- Horne? |
| 16182 | Who would put away one of those multitudinous volumes, even, which stereotype Voltaire''s wrinkles of wit-- even Voltaire? |
| 16182 | Who would take tribute from the desert? |
| 16182 | Who''looked in at the door?'' |
| 16182 | Why are women to be blamed if they act as if they had to do with swindlers?--is it not the mere instinct of preservation which makes them do it? |
| 16182 | Why deny me the use of such words as have natural feelings belonging to them-- and how can the use of such be''humiliating''to_ you_? |
| 16182 | Why did I receive you and only you? |
| 16182 | Why did you set about explaining, as if I were doubting you? |
| 16182 | Why do you not help me, rather than take my words, my proper word, from me and call them yours, when yours they are not? |
| 16182 | Why do you send me that book-- not let me take it? |
| 16182 | Why do you tell me of a doubt, as now, and bid me not clear it up,''not answer you?'' |
| 16182 | Why give a thing and take a thing? |
| 16182 | Why how could I hate to write to you, dear Mr. Browning? |
| 16182 | Why how you must sympathize with the heroes and heroines of the French romances(_ do_ you sympathize with them very much?) |
| 16182 | Why if I, who talk against''Luria,''should work the mischief myself, what should I deserve? |
| 16182 | Why not agree with me and like that sort of homeliness and simplicity in combination with such large faculty as we must admit_ there_? |
| 16182 | Why not leave that future to itself? |
| 16182 | Why not leave the books for me to take away, at all events? |
| 16182 | Why not try the effect of a little change of air-- or even of a great change of air-- if it should be necessary, or even expedient? |
| 16182 | Why should any remembrance be painful to_ you_? |
| 16182 | Why should we go back to the antique moulds, classical moulds, as they are so improperly called? |
| 16182 | Why should you deny the full measure of my delight and benefit from your writings? |
| 16182 | Why should you say to me at all... much less for this third or fourth time...''I am not selfish?'' |
| 16182 | Why will you give me such unnecessary proofs of your goodness? |
| 16182 | Why, could n''t I know it without being told? |
| 16182 | Why, how could you? |
| 16182 | Why, how else could I have felt? |
| 16182 | Why, if it did you harm before, should it not again? |
| 16182 | Why, what is to live? |
| 16182 | Why-- do you doubt? |
| 16182 | Will Mr. Warburton review you? |
| 16182 | Will all the wax from all the altar- candles in the Sistine Chapel, keep the piercing danger from their ears? |
| 16182 | Will he not? |
| 16182 | Will it end, I wonder, by my ceasing to care for any one in the world, except, except...? |
| 16182 | Will it not seem frequent, otherwise? |
| 16182 | Will it_ not_ be infinitely harder to act so than to blindly adopt his pleasure, and die under it? |
| 16182 | Will this note reach you at the''fatal hour''... or sooner? |
| 16182 | Will you come on Friday... to- morrow... instead of Saturday-- will it be the same thing? |
| 16182 | Will you consider, and do what is right,_ for me_? |
| 16182 | Will you do this? |
| 16182 | Will you forgive me, on promise to remember for the future, and be more considerate? |
| 16182 | Will you forgive me-- and let me forget it all on Monday? |
| 16182 | Will you give me a catalogue raisonnée of your faults? |
| 16182 | Will you grant me a great favour? |
| 16182 | Will you have coffee with me on Saturday? |
| 16182 | Will you have it, dearest? |
| 16182 | Will you let Mr. Poe''s book lie on the table on Monday, if you please, that I may read what he_ does_ say, with my own eyes? |
| 16182 | Will you let me try and answer your note to- morrow-- before Wednesday when I am to see you? |
| 16182 | Will you not tell me something about you-- the head; and that too,_ too_ warm hand... or was it my fancy? |
| 16182 | Will you say to me how you are, saying the truth? |
| 16182 | Will you take care, and not give away your life to these people? |
| 16182 | Will you tell me? |
| 16182 | Will you think a little for me and tell me what is best to do? |
| 16182 | Will you write again? |
| 16182 | Will you write? |
| 16182 | Will you, and must you have''Pauline''? |
| 16182 | Will you? |
| 16182 | Would it be advisable to go where Mr. Kenyon suggested, or elsewhere? |
| 16182 | Would it be better... more_ right_... to give it up? |
| 16182 | Would_ I_ not, if you wished it? |
| 16182 | Yet of what consequence is all this to the other side of the question? |
| 16182 | Yet one thing will fetter it worse, only one thing-- if_ you_, in any respect, stay behind? |
| 16182 | Yet, put that away, and what do you meet at every turn, if you are hunting about in the dusk to catch my good, but yourself? |
| 16182 | You are not displeased with me? |
| 16182 | You are not going away soon-- are you? |
| 16182 | You are not over- working in''Luria''? |
| 16182 | You are the-- But you know and why should I tease myself with words? |
| 16182 | You call me''kind''; and by this time I have no heart to call you such names-- I told you, did I not once? |
| 16182 | You continue to be better, I do hope? |
| 16182 | You could not fancy for one moment that I was vexed in the matter of the book? |
| 16182 | You do not remember what we were talking of? |
| 16182 | You do_ not_ know what I shall estimate that permission at,--nor do I, quite-- but you do-- do not you? |
| 16182 | You feel it so-- do you not? |
| 16182 | You have''left undone''--do you say? |
| 16182 | You know Tieck''s novel about him? |
| 16182 | You know it would not do to vex him-- would it? |
| 16182 | You know thoroughly, do you not, why I brought all those good- natured letters, desperate praise and all? |
| 16182 | You know what vaulting Ambition did once for himself? |
| 16182 | You know-- did I not tell you-- I wished to see you before I returned? |
| 16182 | You might throw a flash more of light on her face-- might you not? |
| 16182 | You never will say such words again? |
| 16182 | You promise? |
| 16182 | You that are all great- heartedness and generosity, do that one more generous thing? |
| 16182 | You were angry with me for just one minute, or you would not have used it-- and why? |
| 16182 | You will let me be grateful to you,--will you not? |
| 16182 | You will not let me hear when I am gone, of your being ill-- you will take care... will you not? |
| 16182 | You will not persist,( will you?) |
| 16182 | You will not say''no''? |
| 16182 | You will not write and make yourself ill-- will you? |
| 16182 | You will tell me what you mean exactly by being jealous of your own music? |
| 16182 | You will write to me again, will you not? |
| 16182 | You_ will_ take care? |
| 16182 | Your head... is it..._ how_ is it? |
| 16182 | Your parcel arrives... the penholder; now what shall I say? |
| 16182 | Zeus with the scales? |
| 16182 | [ Footnote 10:_ Ib._ 1093:''Dost see how I suffer this wrong?''] |
| 16182 | [ Footnote 1:''What have I to do with thee?''] |
| 16182 | [ Footnote 1:... me on Tuesday, or Wednesday? |
| 16182 | [ Footnote 2:_ Ib._ 439, 440:''For see-- their honours to these new- made gods, What other gave but I?''] |
| 16182 | _ And it was so._ Why, are you not aware that these are the days of mesmerism and clairvoyance? |
| 16182 | _ Can_ it be, I say to myself, that_ you_ feel for me_ so_? |
| 16182 | _ Cho._ How didst thou medicine the plague- fear of death? |
| 16182 | _ Friday evening._--Shall I send this letter or not? |
| 16182 | _ I_, who have had my lessons? |
| 16182 | _ Is_ it true? |
| 16182 | _ May_ I take Wednesday? |
| 16182 | _ May_ I? |
| 16182 | _ Sunday._--I wrote so much yesterday and then went out, not knowing very well how to speak or how to be silent( is it better to- day?) |
| 16182 | _ Tell me the truth always_... will you? |
| 16182 | _ That_ was quite clear; was it not? |
| 16182 | _ Tuesday._--Was it fair to tell me to write though, and be silent of the''Duchess,''and when I was sure to be so delighted-- and_ you knew it_? |
| 16182 | _ Were_ you, yesterday, in pretending to think that I owed you nothing..._ I_? |
| 16182 | _ Who_ was it looked into the room just at our leave- taking? |
| 16182 | _ Will you walk?_ If you will not, you know, you must be forgetting me a little. |
| 16182 | _ Will_ you, instead, try the warm bathing? |
| 16182 | _ can_ it be''to your surprise?'' |
| 16182 | _ can_ it? |
| 16182 | _ like_ the_ Athenæum_, is n''t it? |
| 16182 | _ non obstantibus_ Bradbury and Evans? |
| 16182 | _ you_, who are the noblest of all? |
| 16182 | _ your_ meaning, I mean? |
| 16182 | admire it? |
| 16182 | after saying too that I never would? |
| 16182 | always_ you_? |
| 16182 | and I have told you every thing,--explained everything... have I not? |
| 16182 | and again in the_ Athenæum_? |
| 16182 | and also how your mother is? |
| 16182 | and can it be true that you look back upon the lost opportunity with any regret? |
| 16182 | and have known everything, I think? |
| 16182 | and how does Consuelo comfort herself on such an emergency? |
| 16182 | and how_ are_ such letters to be answered? |
| 16182 | and in what metre? |
| 16182 | and is it change away from England that you want? |
| 16182 | and is it my fault if I am not green? |
| 16182 | and is it not better than your tradition about Shelley''s son? |
| 16182 | and is it really wrong of me to like certainly some touches and images, but not the whole,... not the poem as a whole? |
| 16182 | and never again bring me_ wet flowers_, which probably did all the harm on Thursday? |
| 16182 | and not come on Wednesday unless you are better? |
| 16182 | and not peril_ your_ stakes too, when once we have common stock and are partners? |
| 16182 | and taking exercise and trying to be better? |
| 16182 | and the meaning of life? |
| 16182 | and the poem? |
| 16182 | and the''black pits,''which gaped..._ where_ did they gape? |
| 16182 | and to what end? |
| 16182 | and what could it have been last week which you did not avoid, and which made you so unwell? |
| 16182 | and why should you use it, if it threatens harm? |
| 16182 | and why? |
| 16182 | and will tell me how you are? |
| 16182 | and will you believe me that if for the past''s sake you sent it, it was unnecessary, and if for the future''s, irrelevant? |
| 16182 | and will you say just the truth of it? |
| 16182 | and will you write? |
| 16182 | and worthy praise, to be administered by professed judges of art? |
| 16182 | and would any reasonable person say of both of us playing together as partners, that we ran''equal risks''? |
| 16182 | and you speak, in your own person''to the winds''? |
| 16182 | and''shoetye and blue sky?'' |
| 16182 | anything to startle you? |
| 16182 | as the Mr. Browning who meant to do me the honour of writing to me, and who did write; and who asked me once in a letter( does he remember?) |
| 16182 | as you made show of yesterday? |
| 16182 | because they cost all the precious labour of making out? |
| 16182 | being but a mortal woman, can I help it? |
| 16182 | but when you tell me? |
| 16182 | can it be meant for me? |
| 16182 | can you mean it? |
| 16182 | cried the other,''here am I with my years eighty and odd-- if I have n''t_ found_ Truth by this time where is my chance, pray?'' |
| 16182 | do I deceive you? |
| 16182 | do you hear the stroke of the riveting? |
| 16182 | do you understand? |
| 16182 | do you? |
| 16182 | does he mean_ that_? |
| 16182 | enough to make me feel happy as I told you? |
| 16182 | for it comes to_ that_:--and is it kind to do so much wrong?... |
| 16182 | for was n''t it a Richelieu or Mazarin( or who?) |
| 16182 | having found an unicorn.... Do you forgive these strips of paper? |
| 16182 | honestly will tell me? |
| 16182 | how are you? |
| 16182 | how else do you think I could? |
| 16182 | how nourished?'') |
| 16182 | if I were to say that_ I heard it from you yourself_, how would you answer? |
| 16182 | if that pain does not grow much better directly? |
| 16182 | if you gave it to me and I put my whole heart into it; what should I put but anxiety, and more sadness than you were born to? |
| 16182 | into a need of more evidence about you from others...(_ could_ you say so?) |
| 16182 | is it not my own? |
| 16182 | is it right to do wrong?... |
| 16182 | is it true that you_ hate_ writing to me? |
| 16182 | is n''t it hard upon me? |
| 16182 | is to the effect that you could n''t possibly''escape''her--? |
| 16182 | just impressions, and by no means pretending to be judgments-- now_ will_ you understand? |
| 16182 | just under the bag? |
| 16182 | l''Italien''to do with the said''elderly German''? |
| 16182 | love me as you love the efts-- and I will believe in_ you_ as you believe... in Ælian-- Will_ that_ do? |
| 16182 | may I be hoping the best for it? |
| 16182 | may I not say_ that_, my dear friend, when I feel it from my soul? |
| 16182 | nay, why not go_ away_ and take it? |
| 16182 | not of_ you_, at all events,--of whom then? |
| 16182 | now really, and nothing extenuating? |
| 16182 | now would it not? |
| 16182 | of being''weary in your soul''..._ you_? |
| 16182 | only, do mind what I say? |
| 16182 | or am I reading this''Attic contraction''quite the wrong way? |
| 16182 | or at least may it not be true? |
| 16182 | or did you only walk down- stairs together? |
| 16182 | or do my eyes see double, dazzled by the light of it? |
| 16182 | or do you call it idiocy? |
| 16182 | or does my fashion of directing find you without hesitation? |
| 16182 | or have you not seen the paper? |
| 16182 | or in the other matter of your wish? |
| 16182 | or keep well? |
| 16182 | or let me see just that one sheet-- if one should be written-- which is finished? |
| 16182 | or not? |
| 16182 | or not? |
| 16182 | or oftener than once? |
| 16182 | or read''Sybil''at unlawful hours even? |
| 16182 | or untrue? |
| 16182 | or was not? |
| 16182 | or will you? |
| 16182 | rather of poetical sensibility than of poetical faculty? |
| 16182 | shall I still be more considerate and put off the visit- day to next week? |
| 16182 | shall I tell you some of his offences? |
| 16182 | should I believe that any of them could know you as I know you? |
| 16182 | should they? |
| 16182 | so as to be tired, I mean? |
| 16182 | suspicious at least of suspiciousness? |
| 16182 | the least trembling? |
| 16182 | the trying I mean? |
| 16182 | this from_ you_? |
| 16182 | through''Nothing but mica?'' |
| 16182 | to the writer bodily? |
| 16182 | to_ me_ who never... when I have been deepest asleep and dreaming,... never dreamed of attributing to you any form of such a fault? |
| 16182 | was it Jules Janin? |
| 16182 | was there any newness in it? |
| 16182 | was_ that_ my ingenuity? |
| 16182 | what do you expect me to say? |
| 16182 | what do you think? |
| 16182 | what is best to be done? |
| 16182 | what is the good of not writing it down, now, when I, though possessed with the love of it no more than usual, yet_ may_ speak, and to a hearer? |
| 16182 | what_ you_, rather, were talking of? |
| 16182 | where the mystic visitors look like shepherds who had not even dreamt of God? |
| 16182 | which goes on and on--''dear letters''--sweetest? |
| 16182 | who can be well in such a wind? |
| 16182 | who could tell? |
| 16182 | who said that with five lines from anyone''s hand, he could take off his head for a corollary? |
| 16182 | will you tell me? |
| 16182 | would it not, O Ulysses? |
| 16182 | you_ will_ have advice( will you not?) |
| 16182 | yourself have noticed the difference between the_ letters_ and the_ writer_; the greater''distance of the latter from you,''why was that? |