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 |
|---|---|
| 42656 | Could more complete subversion be Of reason, taste and decency? |
| 42656 | What shall it profit man the world to gain And yield his soul thereby to hell''s control? |
| 42656 | Why will not men receive the light and live? |
| 42656 | why has Christ been so misunderstood? |
| 10630 | For me, so weak and sinful oh, shall I thus be blessed? |
| 10630 | Is it for me to see Thee in all Thy glorious grace And gaze in endless rapture on Thy beloved face? |
| 10630 | Is it for me, dear Saviour Thy Glory and Thy rest? |
| 10630 | Now could I rest, when I had heard his fame, In that dark lonely land of death, from whence I came? |
| 10630 | Was ever mythic tale or dream so bold as this reality, This stream of boundless blessings flowing full and free? |
| 10630 | Who is this who comes to meet me On the desert way, As the Morning Star foretelling God''s unclouded day? |
| 10630 | [ Illustration] What shall I render to my glorious King? |
| 10630 | at Thy feet I fall, Oh, be Thou my all in all[ Illustration] Is it for Me? |
| 10630 | is mine such blessedness to- day? |
| 27851 | ''Is that what the poem means?'' |
| 27851 | And who can tell of hands and feet The dimpled wonders, hidden charms, The dainty curves of legs and arms, So sweet and soft, so soft and sweet? |
| 27851 | Can priestly lips, long silenced, raise A strain so lofty and so strong, Making our matin hymn of praise As jubilant as evensong? |
| 27851 | Shall we take the verses in order? |
| 27851 | The two questions which recur most frequently are( 1)''Is it true?'' |
| 27851 | and( 2)''What does it mean?'' |
| 27851 | then, what words can tell the bliss, The rapture of the fond embrace, When mother''s lips on baby''s face, Feast and are feasted with a kiss? |
| 1719 | And was not God my armourer, All patient and unpaid, That sealed my skull as a helmet, And ribs for hauberk made? 1719 And well may God with the serving- folk Cast in His dreadful lot; Is not He too a servant, And is not He forgot? |
| 1719 | Brothers at arms,said Alfred,"On this side lies the foe; Are slavery and starvation flowers, That you should pluck them so? |
| 1719 | But even though such days endure, How shall it profit her? 1719 For was not God my gardener And silent like a slave; That opened oaks on the uplands Or thicket in graveyard gave? |
| 1719 | I go not far; Where would you meet? 1719 Or that before the red cock crow All we, a thousand strong, Go down the dark road to God''s house, Singing a Wessex song? |
| 1719 | To sweat a slave to a race of slaves, To drink up infamy? 1719 What goddess was your mother, What fay your breed begot, That you should not die with Uther And Arthur and Lancelot? |
| 1719 | What have the strong gods given? 1719 Why dwell the Danes in North England, And up to the river ride? |
| 1719 | Will ye part with the weeds for ever? 1719 And his grey- green eyes were cruel, And the smile of his mouth waxed hard, And he said,And when did Britain Become your burying- yard? |
| 1719 | But as he came before his line A little space along, His beardless face broke into mirth, And he cried:"What broken bits of earth Are here? |
| 1719 | But who shall look from Alfred''s hood Or breathe his breath alive? |
| 1719 | Do you have joy without a cause, Yea, faith without a hope?" |
| 1719 | Eldred the Good is fallen-- Are you too good to fall? |
| 1719 | In cloud of clay so cast to heaven What shape shall man discern? |
| 1719 | Not less barbarian laughter Choked Harold like a flood,"And shall I fight with scarecrows That am of Guthrum''s blood? |
| 1719 | Or show daisies to the door? |
| 1719 | Or will you bid the bold grass Go, and return no more? |
| 1719 | Smiled Alfred,"Seek ye a fable More dizzy and more dread Than all your mad barbarian tales Where the sky stands on its head? |
| 1719 | When Guthrum sits on a hero''s throne And asks if he is dead? |
| 1719 | Where have the glad gods led? |
| 1719 | are you bloodless now?" |
| 54526 | Day dawned, yet the visions lasted; All too weak to rise he lay; Did he dream that none spake harshly, All were strangely kind that day? 54526 Nothing to do?" |
| 54526 | Nothing to do? |
| 54526 | Nothing to do? |
| 54526 | Nothing to do? |
| 54526 | Nothing to do? |
| 54526 | Nothing to do? |
| 54526 | What is Death, father? |
| 54526 | What is life, father? |
| 54526 | What question can be here? 54526 Where is the lamb, my father?" |
| 54526 | -- What voice came through the sacred air?--"_ My child, give me thy Heart!_""Have I not laid before Thy shrine My wealth, O Lord?" |
| 54526 | --_Adelaide Procter._ ARE ALL THE CHILDREN IN? |
| 54526 | --_Adelaide Procter._ Does the Gospel word proclaim Rest for those that weary be? |
| 54526 | --_Gerhard._ Where wilt thou put thy trust? |
| 54526 | --_Matthew Arnold._ WHAT IS PRAYER? |
| 54526 | All can be saved, but how? |
| 54526 | All light and song; Each day I wonder, And say, How long Shall time me sunder From that dear throng? |
| 54526 | And are there no mothers whose weary hearts You can comfort for Mary''s sake? |
| 54526 | And art Thou come for saving, baby- browed And speechless Being-- art Thou come for saving? |
| 54526 | And in perfect acquiescence is there not perfect rest? |
| 54526 | And shall we meet the Master so, Bearing our withered leaves? |
| 54526 | And then the drear sharp tongue of prophecy, With the dread sense of things which shall be done, Doth smite me inly, like a sword-- a sword? |
| 54526 | And what is thy far errand, my fair child? |
| 54526 | And would you know the reason why this is? |
| 54526 | Are darkness and distress my share? |
| 54526 | Are there no wandering Pilgrims now, To thy heart and thy home to take? |
| 54526 | Art Thou a King, then? |
| 54526 | Art come for saving, O my weary One? |
| 54526 | Art thou alone, and does thy soul complain It lives in vain? |
| 54526 | Art thou languid? |
| 54526 | Art thou sore distrest? |
| 54526 | Art thou weary? |
| 54526 | Be of good cheer-- A home is here-- Rest in the Shadow of the Rock? |
| 54526 | Before the whiteness of that Throne appear? |
| 54526 | Blest with communion so Divine, Take what Thou wilt, shall I repine, When, as the branches to the vine, My soul may cling to Thee? |
| 54526 | But how can I be deeming Myself a loving child, When here, and there, and everywhere, My thoughts are wandering wild? |
| 54526 | But since the scope Must widen early, is it well to droop For a few days consumed in loss and taint? |
| 54526 | But tell me how you know? |
| 54526 | But what to those who find? |
| 54526 | Can I suffice for HEAVEN, and not for earth?'' |
| 54526 | Could we bear from one another What He daily bears from us? |
| 54526 | Could we choose a nobler joy?--and would we if we might? |
| 54526 | Dazzling the bewildered vision, More than princely pomp we see: What the blaze of the Alhambra, Dome of emerald, to thee? |
| 54526 | Did I yesterday Wash_ thy_ feet, my beloved, that they should run Quick to deny me''neath the morning sun, And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray? |
| 54526 | Finding, following, keeping, struggling, Is He sure to bless? |
| 54526 | For all upon this earth is broken beauty, Yet out of all what strange, deep lessons rise? |
| 54526 | For it was He who gave them; Will He forget His own? |
| 54526 | Go labor on; spend, and be spent,-- Thy joy to do the Father''s will; It is the way the Master went, Should not the servant tread it still? |
| 54526 | Go labor on;''tis not for nought; Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; The Master praises, what are men? |
| 54526 | Had God in heaven no work to do, But miracles of love for thee? |
| 54526 | Had sickness seized him? |
| 54526 | Has Fate o''erwhelmed thee with some sudden blow? |
| 54526 | Has thy soul bent beneath earth''s heavy bond? |
| 54526 | Hast Thou not one word for me? |
| 54526 | Hast thou beneath another''s stern control Bent thy sad soul, And wasted sacred hopes and precious tears? |
| 54526 | Hast thou found all she promised thee, Deceit, And Hope a cheat? |
| 54526 | Hast thou found life a cheat, and worn in vain Its iron chain? |
| 54526 | Hast thou found naught within thy troubled life Save inward strife? |
| 54526 | Hast thou gone sadly through a dreary night, And found no light, No guide, no star, to cheer thee through the plain, No friend, save pain? |
| 54526 | Hast thou o''er the clear heaven of thy soul Seen tempests roll? |
| 54526 | Hast thou watched all the hopes thou wouldst have won Fade, one by one? |
| 54526 | Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my Guide? |
| 54526 | Have I not bade youth''s joys retire, And vain delights depart?" |
| 54526 | Have I not gained Thy grace, O Lord, And won in heaven my part?" |
| 54526 | Have I not shunned the path of sin, And chosen the better part?" |
| 54526 | Have I not watched and wept?" |
| 54526 | Have the blessed angels Any truer bliss? |
| 54526 | Hear''st thou, in the red morn, The angels''song? |
| 54526 | Heir of glory, That shall be for thee and me? |
| 54526 | Heir of glory, What is that to thee and me? |
| 54526 | Heir of glory, What is that to thee and me? |
| 54526 | Heir of glory, What is that to thee and me? |
| 54526 | Heir of glory, What is that to thee and me? |
| 54526 | Heir of glory, What is that to thee and me? |
| 54526 | Heir of glory, What is that to thee and me? |
| 54526 | How can we read the life, when we can not spell the heart? |
| 54526 | How could I make me fair? |
| 54526 | How do you love your father? |
| 54526 | How hast thou passed the border? |
| 54526 | How long, O Lord our God, Holy and true, and good, Wilt Thou not judge Thy suffering Church, Her sighs and tears and blood? |
| 54526 | How shall we gauge the whole, who can only guess a part? |
| 54526 | How shall we judge their present, we who have never seen That which is past forever, and that which might have been? |
| 54526 | How shall we measure another, we who can never know From the juttings above the surface the depth of the vein below? |
| 54526 | How tarry, when around us is thick night? |
| 54526 | I am listening, Lord, for Thee; What hast Thou to say to me? |
| 54526 | I know his approbation Outweighs all other meed, That his employ is always joy, But do I love indeed?'' |
| 54526 | I need Thy presence every passing hour, What but Thy grace can foil the tempter''s power? |
| 54526 | I stood amazed, and whispered,"Can it be That He hath granted all the boon I sought? |
| 54526 | I, a creature of a day, What can I know? |
| 54526 | If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay? |
| 54526 | If I find Him, if I follow, What his guerdon here? |
| 54526 | If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last? |
| 54526 | In a frail form of clay, That to its element of dust Must soon resolve away? |
| 54526 | In the rocks of the world Marches the host of mankind, A feeble, wavering line, Where are they tending? |
| 54526 | Is it too late? |
| 54526 | Is not His will the wisest, is not His choice the best? |
| 54526 | Is not this enough, Though the desert prospect, Open wild and rough? |
| 54526 | Is there diadem as monarch That His brow adorns? |
| 54526 | Is there, betwixt the cherub that thou wert, The cherub and the angel thou may''st be, A life''s probation in this sadder world? |
| 54526 | More oft than any else beneath the skies? |
| 54526 | Must my prayer unanswered be? |
| 54526 | My flesh, my Lord!--what name? |
| 54526 | No weeping yonder? |
| 54526 | No world to rule, no joy in self, And in his own infinity? |
| 54526 | O Lord, Thou knowest it well? |
| 54526 | O strong soul, by what shore Tarriest thou now? |
| 54526 | O wave, and breeze, and rill, and rock, and wood, Was it not God Himself that called you GOOD? |
| 54526 | Of all I gave thee, warder, Hast conquered every foe? |
| 54526 | Oh, where shall rest be found-- Rest for the weary soul? |
| 54526 | Oh, who like Thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe? |
| 54526 | Oh, who like Thee, so calm, so bright, So pure, so made to live in light? |
| 54526 | Oh, who like Thee, so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men, before? |
| 54526 | Open all his wounds again, And the shameful cross renew? |
| 54526 | Or will they find a broken reed, When strength of heart they so much need To help them brave the tide? |
| 54526 | See His body mangled, rent, Covered with a gore of blood; Sinful soul, what hast thou done? |
| 54526 | Seest thou the eastern dawn? |
| 54526 | Servants of God!--or sons Shall I not call you? |
| 54526 | Shall I not love Thee well? |
| 54526 | Shall I then, choose my way? |
| 54526 | Should not the loving bride The absent bridegroom mourn? |
| 54526 | Should she not wear the weeds of grief Until her Lord return? |
| 54526 | So long in mystic union held, So close with strong embrace compell''d, How canst thou bear the dread decree, That strikes thy clasping nerves from me? |
| 54526 | So meek, forgiving, god- like, high, So glorious in humility? |
| 54526 | So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of that holy land? |
| 54526 | Soul, soul, what wilt thou answer, When thou shalt stand alone, Before thy God and Saviour,''Midst th''glories of the throne? |
| 54526 | Stephen the Sabaite._ 256"Looking unto Jesus"_ From the German._ 257 Evening Hymn_ Adelaide Procter._ 259 Are all the Children in? |
| 54526 | Still heavy is thy heart? |
| 54526 | Still sink thy spirits down? |
| 54526 | Still to death thy Lord pursue? |
| 54526 | Thy steps, can mortal eyes explore? |
| 54526 | Upon an erring heart, Which hath its own sore ills to bear, And shrinks from sorrow''s dart? |
| 54526 | Was he wroth? |
| 54526 | Wert thou an untried dweller in the sky? |
| 54526 | What course pursued below? |
| 54526 | What do we give to our beloved? |
| 54526 | What hast thou done for God, my soul? |
| 54526 | What is the course of the life Of mortal men on the earth? |
| 54526 | What language shall I borrow To thank Thee, dearest Friend; For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end? |
| 54526 | What shall I fear to lose While I have Thee? |
| 54526 | What think you? |
| 54526 | What to that for which we''re waiting Is this glittering earthly toy? |
| 54526 | What would we give to our beloved? |
| 54526 | When shall the clouds that veil thy rays For ever be withdrawn? |
| 54526 | When shall thy gladness dawn? |
| 54526 | Whence came that beauty, whence that living glow? |
| 54526 | Whence came that radiant white? |
| 54526 | Where is death''s sting? |
| 54526 | Where will thou cast thy care? |
| 54526 | Wherefore didst thou fear? |
| 54526 | Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood? |
| 54526 | Whither return? |
| 54526 | Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? |
| 54526 | Who would dare the choice,_ neither_ or_ both_ to know, The finest quiver of joy or the agony- thrill of woe? |
| 54526 | Whom we have left in the snow? |
| 54526 | Why away, wandering from a home of bliss, To find thy way through darkness home again? |
| 54526 | Why dost thou tarry, day of days? |
| 54526 | Why marvel that thy Lord hath kept His word? |
| 54526 | Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind? |
| 54526 | Will they have shelter then secure, Where hearts are waiting strong and sure, And love is true when tried? |
| 54526 | Wilt thou let Him bleed in vain? |
| 54526 | Yet that severe, that earnest air, I saw, I felt it once-- but where? |
| 54526 | You do not think about it;''Tis never in your thought--''I wonder if I love him As deeply as I ought? |
| 54526 | art thou then a common stone Which I at last must break my heart upon, For all God''s charge to His high angels may Guard my foot better? |
| 54526 | be ev''ry murmur dumb, It is only"_ Till He come!_"Clouds and darkness round us press; Would we have one sorrow less? |
| 54526 | does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell? |
| 54526 | for the Father portioneth as He will, To all His beloved children, and shall they not be still? |
| 54526 | she cried;"Did Thy dear saints do more? |
| 54526 | she cried;"Have I kept aught of gems or gold, To minister to pride? |
| 54526 | she cries,"that strife divine, Whence was it, for it is not mine?" |
| 54526 | such a glory was not for thee; But that care may still be thine; For are there not little ones still to aid For the sake of the Child divine? |
| 54526 | what are tears? |
| 54526 | what hast thou done for God? |
| 54526 | what help? |
| 54526 | what music will undo That silence to your sense? |
| 54526 | where, grave, thy victory? |
| 54526 | will He disown? |
| 54526 | with such strange spells around me, Fairest of what earth calls fair, How I need thy fairer image, To undo the syren snare? |