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 |
|---|---|
| 37635 | ''But what would these men be worth in the eyes of him who calls Shakespeare the god of the Theatre? |
| 37635 | ''Will you do me the honour of accepting a copy of my works?'' |
| 37635 | And why should not their law be ours? |
| 37635 | But what did their resistance mean? |
| 37635 | Criticizing this book, Mr. Swinburne remarked:''Has it not been steeped in the tears and the fire of live emotion? |
| 37635 | Does the world want conquering? |
| 37635 | England did not surrender the refugees, and why should Belgium be behindhand in magnanimity? |
| 37635 | In causing the recital of events of the past to coincide with the events of to- day, has chance had any purpose? |
| 37635 | The Opposition welcomed him as one of themselves, for in celebrating the marshals had not the poet celebrated the Empire? |
| 37635 | The essential improbability of such a character as Bug Jargal( by what means did the author get such an uncouth name? |
| 37635 | The goal may be far distant, but is that a reason for not striving to advance towards it? |
| 37635 | What did these six resentful spirits represent? |
| 37635 | What is the year 1880 to bring forth?'' |
| 37635 | What man of our time is not indebted to him? |
| 37635 | What shall I say of Victor Hugo from the literary point of view? |
| 37635 | What would you have the historian do with this fellow? |
| 37635 | Whence, then, this onslaught? |
| 37635 | Why should you suppose me a fool? |
| 37635 | Will he be less severely punished for that reason? |
| 37635 | Without Virgil, Horace, Livy, Ovid, who would recognise Augustus in the midst of so many of his name?... |
| 12933 | And did Mr. Gladstone go? |
| 12933 | And did Oliver Goldsmith really play his harp in this very room? |
| 12933 | And do you never admit visitors, even to the grounds? |
| 12933 | And so you are an alien? |
| 12933 | And what did you tell him? |
| 12933 | Ay, mon, but ai n''t ut a big un? |
| 12933 | Aye, you are a gentleman-- and about burying folks in churches? |
| 12933 | But did Shakespeare run away? |
| 12933 | But visitors do come? |
| 12933 | Can you tell me how far it is to Brantwood? |
| 12933 | Can you tell me where Mr. Whitman lives? |
| 12933 | Did George Eliot live here? |
| 12933 | Did you visit Carlyle''s''ouse? |
| 12933 | Do we use them? 12933 Do you believe in cremation, sir?" |
| 12933 | Have ye a penny, I do n''t know? |
| 12933 | He might know all about one woman, and if he should regard her as a sample of all womankind, would he not make a great mistake? |
| 12933 | Heart of my heart, is this well done? |
| 12933 | How can any adversity come to him who hath a wife? |
| 12933 | Never mind wot I am, sir--''oo are you? |
| 12933 | Question, What is justice in Pigdom? 12933 Rheumatism? |
| 12933 | The Anxworks package-- I will not deceive you, Sweet; why should I? |
| 12933 | Together, I s''pose? |
| 12933 | Was what sarcasm? |
| 12933 | Well,said Hawkins,"what did he say to you?" |
| 12933 | What are you reading? |
| 12933 | What did I say-- really I have forgotten? |
| 12933 | What is your favorite book? |
| 12933 | Which boat do you want? |
| 12933 | Who? |
| 12933 | Would you like to become a telegraph- operator? |
| 12933 | You are twenty- five now? 12933 You mean Walt Whitman?" |
| 12933 | You speak of death as a matter of course-- you are not afraid to die? |
| 12933 | A policeman passed us running and called back,"I say, Hawkins, is that you? |
| 12933 | Alone? |
| 12933 | And did I want to buy a bull calf? |
| 12933 | And is n''t that so? |
| 12933 | And to whom do we owe it that he did leave-- Justice Shallow or Ann Hathaway, or both? |
| 12933 | Are these remains of stately forests symbols of a race of men that, too, have passed away? |
| 12933 | Assertive? |
| 12933 | Besides, who was there to take up his pen? |
| 12933 | Brown?" |
| 12933 | But it is all good-- I accept it all and give thanks-- you have not forgotten my chant to death?" |
| 12933 | But still, should not England have a fitting monument to Shakespeare? |
| 12933 | But who inspired Dorothy? |
| 12933 | But why should I tell about it here? |
| 12933 | Ca n''t you go with me?" |
| 12933 | Cawn''t ye hadmire''i m on that side of the wall as well as this?" |
| 12933 | Could it be possible that these rustics were poets? |
| 12933 | Dark Mother, always gliding near with soft feet, Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome? |
| 12933 | Did Mademoiselle Mars use it? |
| 12933 | Did you ever hear of him?" |
| 12933 | Do you know the scene?" |
| 12933 | Do you not know what books are to a child hungry for truth, that has no books? |
| 12933 | Does she protest, and find fault? |
| 12933 | Edison?" |
| 12933 | Edison?" |
| 12933 | Genius has its times of straying off into the infinite-- and then what is the good wife to do for companionship? |
| 12933 | Had Gavroche ever seen them? |
| 12933 | Have n''t you noticed that men of sixty have no clearer vision than men of forty? |
| 12933 | He answered back,"What t''ell is the matter with you fellows?" |
| 12933 | He brings to bear an energy on every subject he touches( and what subject has he not touched?) |
| 12933 | He evidently was acquainted with five different languages, and the range of his intellect was worldwide; but where did he get this vast erudition? |
| 12933 | Honeydew: Ay, Jarvis; but what will fill their mouths in the meantime? |
| 12933 | How can I get in?" |
| 12933 | How did she acquire this knowledge? |
| 12933 | How is any education acquired if not through effort prompted by desire? |
| 12933 | How? |
| 12933 | I did likewise, and was greeted with a resounding smack which surprised me a bit, but I managed to ask,"Did you run away?" |
| 12933 | I heard Old Walt chuckle behind me, talking incoherently to himself, and then he said,"You are wondering why I live in such a place as this?" |
| 12933 | I touched my hat and said,"Ah, excuse me, Mr. Falstaff, you are the bouncer?" |
| 12933 | In a voice full of defense the County Down watchman said:"Ah, now, and how did I know but that it was a forgery? |
| 12933 | Is it not too bad? |
| 12933 | Is not the child nearer to God than the man? |
| 12933 | Is not this enough? |
| 12933 | Is this much or little? |
| 12933 | Is this to his credit? |
| 12933 | Just below was the Stone pier and there stood Mrs. Gamp, and I heard her ask:"And which of all them smoking monsters is the Anxworks boat, I wonder? |
| 12933 | More than a thousand years before Christ, an Arab chief asked,"If a man die shall he live again?" |
| 12933 | Need I say that the girl who made the remark just quoted had drunk of life''s cup to the very lees? |
| 12933 | Next the public wanted to know about this thing--"What are you folks doing out there in that buckwheat town?" |
| 12933 | Of course, these girls are aware that we admire them-- how could they help it? |
| 12933 | Once they urged him to go with them to an exhibition at Kensington, but he smiled feebly as he lit his pipe and said,"An Art Exhibition? |
| 12933 | Philip asked the eunuch a needless question when he inquired,"Understandest thou what thou readest?" |
| 12933 | Proud? |
| 12933 | Say, did you know him?" |
| 12933 | So I put the question to him direct:"Did you see Buffalo Bill?" |
| 12933 | Stubborn? |
| 12933 | Then the preacher spoke and his voice was sorrowful:"Oh, but I made a botch of it-- was it sarcasm or was it not?" |
| 12933 | Then what have I done concerning which the public wishes to know? |
| 12933 | Then what? |
| 12933 | Then why a monument to Shakespeare? |
| 12933 | These things being true, and all the sentiments quoted coming from"good"but blindly zealous men, is it a wonder that the Artist is not understood? |
| 12933 | Tomorrow we go-- where? |
| 12933 | Victor Hugo has said something on this subject which runs about like this: Why a monument to Shakespeare? |
| 12933 | WILLIAM M. THACKERAY TO MR. BROOKFIELD September 16, 1849 Have you read Dickens? |
| 12933 | Was ever a Jones so honored before? |
| 12933 | Was ever woman more honestly and better praised than Dorothy? |
| 12933 | Were the waters troubled in order that they might heal the people? |
| 12933 | What architect has the skill to build a tower so high as the name of Shakespeare? |
| 12933 | What bronze can equal the bronze of"Hamlet"? |
| 12933 | What can bronze or marble do for him? |
| 12933 | What capital, were it even in London, could rumble around it as tumultuously as Macbeth''s perturbed soul? |
| 12933 | What do you mean by equity? |
| 12933 | What edifice can equal thought? |
| 12933 | What framework of cedar or oak will last as long as"Othello"? |
| 12933 | What is Pig Poetry? |
| 12933 | What is as indestructible as these:"The Tempest,""The Winter''s Tale,""Julius CÃ ¦ sar,""Coriolanus"? |
| 12933 | What is meant by''your share''?" |
| 12933 | What is the Whole Duty of Pigs? |
| 12933 | What monument sublimer than"Lear,"sterner than"The Merchant of Venice,"more dazzling than"Romeo and Juliet,"more amazing than"Richard III"? |
| 12933 | What moon could shed about the pile a light more mystic than that of"A Midsummer Night''s Dream"? |
| 12933 | When trouble, adversity or bewilderment comes to the homesick traveler in an American hotel, to whom can he turn for consolation? |
| 12933 | Where, one asks in amazement, did this remarkable man find the inspiration for carrying forward his great work? |
| 12933 | Who can recount the innumerable biographies that begin thus:"In his youth, our subject had for his constant reading, Plutarch''s Lives, etc."? |
| 12933 | Who can tell? |
| 12933 | Who could harm the kind vagrant harper? |
| 12933 | Who made the Pig? |
| 12933 | Who wrote it? |
| 12933 | Whom did he ever hurt? |
| 12933 | Why did he not learn at the feet of Sir Thomas Lucy and write his own epitaph? |
| 12933 | Why, do n''t you know? |
| 12933 | Will this convey the thought? |
| 12933 | Would the author be so kind as to change it? |
| 12933 | Would they have been so great had they not suffered? |
| 12933 | Yet love is life and hate is death, so how can spite benefit? |
| 12933 | now, wot you want?" |
| 12933 | where the mob surges, cursed with idle curiosity to see the graves of kings and nobodies? |
| 44034 | [ 26] Could Juliette fail to dread such a woman, one so versed by the practice of her profession in the wiles that attract men? 44034 _ Mon Dieu_,"it wailed,"_ qu''est- ce qui remplit tout le c[oe]ur?_"And at last the poet walked up to place the answer at the feet of his new friend. |
| 44034 | A recovery is looked for next year, but I have my doubts about it, have n''t you? |
| 44034 | After all, this child seemed fond of him-- but whom was she not fond of? |
| 44034 | And for what? |
| 44034 | Are you capable, I ask you, of loving me as much as I love you, or half as much? |
| 44034 | Are you less sad and painfully pre- occupied than yesterday, my adored one? |
| 44034 | Are you prepared to carry it through?" |
| 44034 | Are you satisfied? |
| 44034 | As for you, you old lunatic, what have you to complain of? |
| 44034 | At your divine feet or your celestial brow? |
| 44034 | Beloved, did you work late last night? |
| 44034 | Besides, how could the disapproval of a few miserable wretches and idiots affect the magnificent verses of_ Marion_? |
| 44034 | Besides, why should I complain of my mode of life more to- day, than yesterday? |
| 44034 | But I trust that day will never dawn, will it, my angel? |
| 44034 | But you are indifferent-- you can calmly let my soul die of inanition-- do you not love me, then? |
| 44034 | Could she refrain from warning her lover against her, day after day, like one draws attention to a danger, a scourge, or a tempest? |
| 44034 | Did Toto take back his quince jelly? |
| 44034 | Did it reach you in time? |
| 44034 | Did you gather in a good harvest of glances, smiles and flattery yesterday from the women you met? |
| 44034 | Did you give Dédé the sachet? |
| 44034 | Did you have a better night, or did fatigue and excitement prevent you from sleeping? |
| 44034 | Did you have a good night? |
| 44034 | Did you love me? |
| 44034 | Did you sleep better last night, my great, little man? |
| 44034 | Do you hear? |
| 44034 | Do you love me? |
| 44034 | Do you still love me? |
| 44034 | Do you still need a secretary? |
| 44034 | Does it not lift a weight from your heart, you who have such a noble soul? |
| 44034 | Does not all that make it worth while for you to be frank, loyal, and ever faithful towards me? |
| 44034 | Does this fresh crisis foreshadow my speedy recovery? |
| 44034 | Had he lost some precious article of faith or conviction, or was it that the mainspring of his enthusiasm had failed him? |
| 44034 | Had the whole character of the poet changed? |
| 44034 | Have you been writing to me under the old chestnut- tree? |
| 44034 | He writes:"Is not this a great pleasure to you? |
| 44034 | How are you this morning? |
| 44034 | How are you this morning? |
| 44034 | How are you this morning? |
| 44034 | How are you, my Toto? |
| 44034 | How are you, my darling? |
| 44034 | How are you? |
| 44034 | How are you? |
| 44034 | How are you? |
| 44034 | How are your adored eyes, my Toto? |
| 44034 | How are your eyes, my Toto? |
| 44034 | How can I evade its ghastly grip, how keep myself from suicide, from the desperate hankering after death? |
| 44034 | How can I thank you adequately, or describe my gratitude? |
| 44034 | How can I ward off the fate that is hanging over you? |
| 44034 | How did the little invalid sleep last night? |
| 44034 | How did you manage to fit into your bed? |
| 44034 | How did you spend the night, adored one? |
| 44034 | How many will you waste? |
| 44034 | I am much to be pitied, for I am jealous, and of whom? |
| 44034 | I forgot until you reminded me that you have been forbidden to walk much, but I do trust it did you no harm; did it, Victor darling? |
| 44034 | I have nothing to fear from you, have I, my darling? |
| 44034 | I love you-- do you know that? |
| 44034 | If you gave up loving me, or worse, loved me less, what should I make of life in that great empty drawing- room? |
| 44034 | Is it a mark of your confidence or of your indifference? |
| 44034 | Is it indeed possible that you are safe, my poor treasure, and that I have nothing further to fear for your life or liberty? |
| 44034 | Is it really true? |
| 44034 | Is it to allow time for intrigues against the incorruptible consciences of my lords the judges? |
| 44034 | Is it true that you do not mind one little bit? |
| 44034 | Is it true that you love me, and that you deign to rely upon me in the difficult passages of life? |
| 44034 | Is that His justice? |
| 44034 | It is absurd of me to be such a little craven; besides, what harm can a_ cabal_ do you? |
| 44034 | It was difficult, but of what are you not capable when you set your mind to a thing? |
| 44034 | My God, what will become of me if you stay away much longer, when I have refrained with such difficulty from sending to get news of you? |
| 44034 | My Victor, can you forgive me? |
| 44034 | My Victor, what is going to become of us? |
| 44034 | My admiration? |
| 44034 | My little darling man, are you not soon coming to me? |
| 44034 | Oh, God, dost Thou hate me? |
| 44034 | Ought I to tell you everything-- would it be wrong to conceal from you the imminent sorrow that is going to wring your heart once more? |
| 44034 | Perhaps you only said it idly as one of the compliments one is constrained to make to the woman who loves one? |
| 44034 | Remain here? |
| 44034 | Run away from you? |
| 44034 | Shall you be at Auteuil all day? |
| 44034 | Should he select roses or pears, myrtle or cypress? |
| 44034 | So long as my love is not called into question, what does it matter how, and when, my body changes its_ habitat_ and moves from Brussels to Jersey? |
| 44034 | Still, I am conscious of something within me, greater than either wealth or intellect; but is it powerful enough to rivet you to me for ever? |
| 44034 | Surely such a sum should provide ordinary comforts-- there should be no suggestion of squalid poverty? |
| 44034 | Surely, if the doctors were not certain of curing her, they would not keep her so long in Paris, away from all her belongings, in winter weather? |
| 44034 | Tell me, how are you after your evening at Court? |
| 44034 | There are no wrinkles in the heart, and you will see my face only in the reflection of your attachment, eh, Victor, my beloved? |
| 44034 | Therefore I ask you in all good faith, what use am I to you in this island, apart from my functions of copyist? |
| 44034 | Verse or prose? |
| 44034 | We must make this last sacrifice to human malignity, in order to have the right to love each other openly afterwards; do you not agree, my beloved? |
| 44034 | Were not these people going to wrest her poet from her? |
| 44034 | Were you warmer? |
| 44034 | What am I saying? |
| 44034 | What am I to do with this poor body bereft of its soul when you are not by? |
| 44034 | What am I to do, beloved? |
| 44034 | What are you about, my adored one? |
| 44034 | What can I say or do? |
| 44034 | What can I think, or rather what am I to fear? |
| 44034 | What can we do to avert the misfortune that threatens us? |
| 44034 | What do you think of the taking of Constantine? |
| 44034 | What does it matter if you are denied the justice you deserve? |
| 44034 | What have I done to deserve such wretchedness? |
| 44034 | What is to become of me all this wretched day if I may not see you? |
| 44034 | What is to become of me? |
| 44034 | What is your opinion? |
| 44034 | What matter that you should be held responsible in part for my troubles? |
| 44034 | What more can I do to find favour in His eyes? |
| 44034 | What more do you want? |
| 44034 | What shall I express first? |
| 44034 | What sort of a night did you have? |
| 44034 | What state are you in yourself? |
| 44034 | What will happen to me, shut up here, all alone with that terrible anniversary, the 28th June, 1851? |
| 44034 | What, then, had happened between the dates of the two portraits? |
| 44034 | When do you intend to keep them, I wonder? |
| 44034 | When shall I see you again, treasure? |
| 44034 | Where are you, my beloved? |
| 44034 | Which do you like best, quality or quantity? |
| 44034 | Which dress should she wear? |
| 44034 | Which is best? |
| 44034 | Which of us two is the best lover, eh? |
| 44034 | Who has the right to demand from you an account of the measure of the sacrifices you have made for me? |
| 44034 | Who is the favoured one you aspire to put in my place? |
| 44034 | Who sat in a prominent box and opposed the firmest front to the hissing crowd? |
| 44034 | Who ventured to accuse Beauvallet of murdering the part of the Duke Job? |
| 44034 | Who was there that did not figure on the list of her lovers? |
| 44034 | Whom are you so anxious to please, my bright boy? |
| 44034 | Why carry_ four keys_ in your pocket, like the gaoler in a comic opera, if you do not make use of them on the proper occasion? |
| 44034 | Why continue this custom of writing to you twice a day, when the pretext for doing so has faded from our joint lives? |
| 44034 | Why do you no longer desire it? |
| 44034 | Why must the case be adjourned for a week? |
| 44034 | Why then, is the reason of this gloomy and profound despair which robs me of strength and reason? |
| 44034 | Why, why, why am I like this, oh, my God? |
| 44034 | Will it ever return? |
| 44034 | Will she lose her reason? |
| 44034 | Will that be sufficient to stop the tongue of scandal? |
| 44034 | Will you take me back? |
| 44034 | Yet, have you kept your word? |
| 44034 | You are not jealous? |
| 44034 | You do forgive me, do you not? |
| 44034 | You remember what I used to say to you when_ Marie Tudor_ was in rehearsal? |
| 44034 | [ 62] Can you think of any way out of the trouble? |
| 44034 | [ 89] In what condition is your family? |
| 44034 | _ 3 p.m._ You wish me not to be anxious, not to relinquish a tussle in which I am unarmed? |
| 44034 | _ June 3rd, 5.30 p.m., 1841._ Where shall I begin, my love? |
| 44034 | _ Monday, 6 p.m., April 15th, 1839._ Why is it, my little beloved, that you always seem so jealous? |
| 44034 | _ Monday, 8 p.m., September._ Are you proposing to cut out all the dandies and bloods of the capital? |
| 44034 | _ Saturday, 1.30 p.m., April 11th( 1835)._ Why were you so smart just now? |
| 44034 | _ Saturday, 6.30 p.m., August 20th, 1842._ I am a strange creature-- at least you think so, do you not, beloved? |
| 44034 | _ Sunday, 5.45 p.m., January 21st, 1838._ Must it always be my lot to wait, dearly beloved? |
| 44034 | _ Wednesday, 4.30 p.m., September 13th, 1843._ Where are you? |
| 44034 | and you love me as much as ever? |
| 44034 | who is caught? |
| 8775 | )_[ XXXI., June 3, 1837] The Grave said to the roseWhat of the dews of dawn, Love''s flower, what end is theirs?" |
| 8775 | A noise I hear? |
| 8775 | Am I to dry these seas? |
| 8775 | And are you sure that Mahaud will not wake? |
| 8775 | And what of spirits flown, The souls whereon doth close The tomb''s mouth unawares? |
| 8775 | Art Christian knight, Or basely born and boorish, Or yet that thing I still more slight-- The spawn of some dog Moorish? 8775 But she will surely wake at break of day?" |
| 8775 | Hasten; but through the fleecy mists of morn, What do I see? 8775 Have you prayed tonight, Desdemona?" |
| 8775 | Imprudent poet,thus it seemed to say,"What dost thou here? |
| 8775 | Is this the vengeance, Lord of Hosts? |
| 8775 | Is this the vengeance? 8775 Is''t there?" |
| 8775 | Logic very clear,Said musing Joss,"but what of blood shed here?" |
| 8775 | Lord, whither? |
| 8775 | Love her? 8775 Milton?" |
| 8775 | Must I complete it? |
| 8775 | One summer day when long-- so long? 8775 Only the wind that sounds like some one near-- Are you afraid?" |
| 8775 | Shall I not stop? |
| 8775 | Shall desert change to lake? |
| 8775 | There, d''ye see? 8775 What shall you do with her?" |
| 8775 | What weather was it? |
| 8775 | What will all the courtiers say When in the place of her they find two men? |
| 8775 | What''s our baggage? 8775 Where leads this hole?" |
| 8775 | Who are they? |
| 8775 | Who calls? |
| 8775 | Who can this be,was Nineveh''s appeal;"Who dares to drag the gods at his car- wheel?" |
| 8775 | Would''st thou a trinket, a flower, or scarf, Would''st thou have silver? 8775 Your fishing?" |
| 8775 | Your master!--who is he? |
| 8775 | ''Gainst this pitiless flame who condemned could prevail? |
| 8775 | ''tis enough: we''ll Sylla brave; Ten? |
| 8775 | A renegade''s a rascal-- till the day They make him Pasha: is he rascal then? |
| 8775 | A swan with silver wing, The wave that murmurs to the branch''s swing, Or the deep garden flowering below? |
| 8775 | Am I not pinioned firmly? |
| 8775 | And all along the coast The sky shows naught of light Is it a storm, my host? |
| 8775 | And have my feet at length Attained the summit of the rock i''the sand? |
| 8775 | And hurries home, and hides it in her bed: With half- averted face, and nervous tread, What hath she stolen from the awful dead? |
| 8775 | And in this fort, on piles of lava built, A burgrave dwells, among all burgraves famed? |
| 8775 | And is it mine? |
| 8775 | And what name lost thou bear in heaven?" |
| 8775 | And why does Janet pass so fast away? |
| 8775 | And why thy garden in its sear? |
| 8775 | And why thy mournful voice? |
| 8775 | And yet you promised? |
| 8775 | Are all its evils over, all its strife, And will no cruel jailer evermore Wake me to pain, this blissful vision o''er? |
| 8775 | Are crowns the end- all of ambition? |
| 8775 | Are not my old peaks gilded When the sun arises proud, And each one shakes a white mist plume Out of the thunder- cloud? |
| 8775 | Are our brows Wrinkled? |
| 8775 | Are our steps frail? |
| 8775 | Are seamen on that speck Afar in deepening dark? |
| 8775 | Are they strange larvae-- these their statues ill? |
| 8775 | Are those real men or ghosts? |
| 8775 | Art fagged, art deaf, art dumb? |
| 8775 | Art thou mine evil genius or mine angel? |
| 8775 | Art thou vexed? |
| 8775 | At the first blast, smiled scornfully the king, And at the second sneered, half wondering:"Hop''st thou with noise my stronghold to break down?" |
| 8775 | Aware was Eviradnus that if he Turned for a blade unto the armory, He would be instant pierced-- what can he do? |
| 8775 | Bow, nations, bow; O soul in air, Speak-- what art thou? |
| 8775 | Bring not the future near, For Joy too soon declines-- What is man''s mission here? |
| 8775 | But what gained he by having, like the sea, Flooded with human waves to enslave the free? |
| 8775 | But you amuse me; I am rich, you poor-- What boon shall I confer and make secure? |
| 8775 | By came a knight That road, who halted, asking,"What''s the fright?" |
| 8775 | Can I forget? |
| 8775 | Can I forget? |
| 8775 | Canst say? |
| 8775 | Choose, then, between us two, for you must choose;-- Say, will you we d the duke, or follow me? |
| 8775 | Compared with yours, oh, daughter Of King Solomon the grand, What are round ebon bosoms, High brows from Hellas''strand? |
| 8775 | Did not the door move? |
| 8775 | Did you need For pastime, as you handled it, Some Gothic missal to enrich With your designs fantastical? |
| 8775 | Do sailors stare this way, Cramped on the Needle''s sheaf, To hail the sudden ray Which promises relief? |
| 8775 | Do we find That you are men? |
| 8775 | Do we live no more-- is our hour then gone? |
| 8775 | Dost thou not think that, e''en while nature sleeps, Some power its amorous vigils o''er us keeps? |
| 8775 | Doth not sweet May embroider My rocks with pearls and flowers? |
| 8775 | Exchanging looks''twas Zeno cried, Speaking to Joss,"Now who-- who can it be?" |
| 8775 | FACT OR FABLE? |
| 8775 | Father into prison fell, Mother begging through the parish; Baby''s cot they, too, will sell,-- Who will now feed, clothe and cherish? |
| 8775 | Fear you the Grecian maidens, Pallid lilies of the isles? |
| 8775 | Folly''s liege- men, what boots such murd''rous raid, And mortal feud? |
| 8775 | For he who never asked For quarter from mankind-- shall he be tasked To beg of Time for mercy? |
| 8775 | Forget? |
| 8775 | Forget? |
| 8775 | From the sea, the hills, the sky? |
| 8775 | Gulnara, this evening when sank the red sun, Didst thou mark how like blood in descending it shone? |
| 8775 | HAVE YOU NOTHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELF? |
| 8775 | Hadst thou not then the birds with rainbow- colors bright, The stars and the great woods, the wan wave, the blue sky? |
| 8775 | Hast heard that he Shelters the brave-- the flaunting rich man strips-- Of master makes a slave? |
| 8775 | Hast thou, since the dawn, To the eye of a stranger thy veil withdrawn? |
| 8775 | Hast vanished in that radiance, clear for thee, But still for us obscure? |
| 8775 | Hath any conquered hatred, or had strength To treat his foes like brothers? |
| 8775 | Hath any done-- nay, only half performed-- The good he might for others? |
| 8775 | Have beasts or men most claim to live? |
| 8775 | Have you the needful dice?" |
| 8775 | He cries:"Then have I finished my long life? |
| 8775 | He lived and ruled, but is-- at this time, where? |
| 8775 | He ruins them at will, for what are men to him, More than to stabled cattle is the sheaf of straw? |
| 8775 | Hear ye not Yon muttering in the skies above the spot? |
| 8775 | Honest Man-- Priest Pius? |
| 8775 | How many are there dead? |
| 8775 | How often have the people said:"What''s power?" |
| 8775 | How shall I note thee, line of troubled years, Which mark existence in our little span? |
| 8775 | How shall we be happy-- be happy? |
| 8775 | How shall we be happy-- be happy? |
| 8775 | How shall we flee sorrow-- flee sorrow? |
| 8775 | How shall we flee sorrow-- flee sorrow? |
| 8775 | How shall we see pleasure-- see pleasure? |
| 8775 | How shall we see pleasure-- see pleasure? |
| 8775 | How-- how-- how? |
| 8775 | I like not overmuch that red-- good taste says"gild a crime?" |
| 8775 | I. Hast seen it pass, that cloud of darkest rim? |
| 8775 | If not for me thy heart be laden, Why trouble mine with smiles so sweet? |
| 8775 | If not for me thy heart be, Aideen, Why trouble mine with smiles so sweet? |
| 8775 | If thou art pained when I am near thee, Why in my path so often stray? |
| 8775 | If true a thousand stand, with them I stand; A hundred? |
| 8775 | In grief the fair face seems-- What means those sudden gleams? |
| 8775 | Is it A stray spirit, Or woman fair? |
| 8775 | Is it no dream that nothing else remains Of all my torments but this answered cry, And have I had, O God, amid my chains, The happiness to die? |
| 8775 | Is it some hovering sprite with whistling scream that hurls Down to the deep from yon old tower a loosened stone? |
| 8775 | Is it the beat upon the Archipelago Of some long galley''s oar, from Scio bound afar? |
| 8775 | Is it the cormorants, whose black wings, one by one, Cut the blue wave that o''er them breaks in liquid pearls? |
| 8775 | Is it the flaming chariot from on high Which demons to some planet seem to bring? |
| 8775 | Is she to suckle jailers? |
| 8775 | Is that a splitting deck Of some ill- fated bark? |
| 8775 | Is there no hope for her-- no power to save? |
| 8775 | Is there nothing tearful eye Can e''er dry, or hush the sigh? |
| 8775 | It seemed in the darkness a sound they heard,-- Was it feeble moaning or uttered word? |
| 8775 | Last night I fell asleep in dungeon drear, But then I saw my mother in my dreams, Say, shall I find her here?" |
| 8775 | Liest thou like a hound when it was lashed? |
| 8775 | Look up; have not my valleys Their torrents white with foam-- Their lines of silver bullion On the blue hillocks of home? |
| 8775 | Magic balm That will restore to me my former calm? |
| 8775 | Mark ye no coming shadow, Kings? |
| 8775 | Misers and enviers, of our human race, Say, what would you have done in such a case? |
| 8775 | Must all fade, naught endure? |
| 8775 | Must every flirting of your fan Presage a dying shout? |
| 8775 | Must my glory set?" |
| 8775 | My dear old home must I forget? |
| 8775 | Nay, There_ may_ be some odd thing hidden away? |
| 8775 | Nay,_ he_ might have been there; but I muflled me so, He could scarcely have seen my figure.-- But why to your sister thus dark do you grow? |
| 8775 | Now red and glorious, and now gray and dim, Now sad as summer, barren in its heat? |
| 8775 | O Faun, what saw you When you were happy? |
| 8775 | O, neighbor of the golden sky-- Sons of the mountain sod-- Why wear a base king''s colors For the livery of God? |
| 8775 | OH, WHY NOT BE HAPPY? |
| 8775 | Oft with legends of angels, who watch o''er the young, Thy voice was wo nt to gladden; Have thy lips yet no language-- no wisdom thy tongue? |
| 8775 | Oh, Hope quite gone, Dead like the dead!--Yet could they live alone-- Without their Tiber and their Rome? |
| 8775 | Oh, say,_ Is this death_, Or thy prayer or thy slumber only? |
| 8775 | Oh, why not be happy this bright summer day,''Mid perfume of roses and newly- mown hay? |
| 8775 | Oh, workmen, seen by me sublime, When from the tyrant wrenched ye peace, Can you be dazed by tinselled crime, And spy no wolf beneath the fleece? |
| 8775 | Oppressive to a mighty state, Contentions, feuds, the people''s hate-- But who dare question that which fate Has ordered to have been? |
| 8775 | Or did your tearing fingers fall On some old picture? |
| 8775 | Or shall I touch the globe, and care To make the heavens turn upon Its axis? |
| 8775 | Or the scorching- eyed sand- rover From Baalbec''s massy piles? |
| 8775 | Or what wild storms of want and woe and pain Tore down her soul from honor? |
| 8775 | Our eyes dried up and withered? |
| 8775 | Phoebus, is there not this side the grave, Power to save Those who''re loving? |
| 8775 | Said Joss,"Is''t he?--Spectre with flashing eyes, And art thou Satan come to us surprise?" |
| 8775 | Said Mahaud:"Do you know how fortunate You are?" |
| 8775 | Say did they numb thy soul, that thou didst sleep? |
| 8775 | Say, was it pomp ye needed, And all the proud array Of courtly joust and high parade Upon a gala day? |
| 8775 | Say, with ours wilt thou let us rekindle in thine The glow that has departed? |
| 8775 | Shall shame and glory rest, Amid her lakes and glaciers, Like twins upon her breast? |
| 8775 | Shall the two- headed eagle, Marked with her double blow, Drink of her milk through all those hearts Whose blood he bids to flow? |
| 8775 | Still am I doomed to rue the fate That such unfriendly neighbors made? |
| 8775 | Sudden, a fear came o''er his troubled soul, What more was written on the Future''s scroll? |
| 8775 | THE GRANDMOTHER_("Dors- tu? |
| 8775 | THE SISTER What has happened, my brothers? |
| 8775 | That the people may Still bear their yoke-- have kings to rule alway? |
| 8775 | The Red Beard? |
| 8775 | The grave receives us all: Ye butterflies and roses gay and sweet Why do ye linger, say? |
| 8775 | The gypsies took him from me-- oh, for what? |
| 8775 | The heel That scratched thy neck in passing-- whose? |
| 8775 | Their crime? |
| 8775 | Then why not be happy This bright summer day, When Nature is fairest And all is so gay? |
| 8775 | Then why not be happy This bright summer day,''Mid perfume of roses And newly- mown hay? |
| 8775 | These fifteen years, we, to you whole- devoted, Have sought for Liberty-- to give it thee? |
| 8775 | Things spited me, and why? |
| 8775 | This bronze to France''s Rome he brought, And to the founder said,"Is aught Wanting for our array?" |
| 8775 | Thou aim''st to be a king; and, in thine heart, What fool has said:"There is no king but thou?" |
| 8775 | Thy name? |
| 8775 | Till by her radiant smile deceived, I say,"Young angel, lately given, When was thy martyrdom achieved? |
| 8775 | To him, still dark and haggard,"Oh, my sire, Is the Eye gone?" |
| 8775 | To make our interests your huckster gains? |
| 8775 | Together? |
| 8775 | Upon his fragile form the troopers''bloody grip Was deeply dug, while sharply challenged they:"Were you one of this currish crew?" |
| 8775 | Upon this scene the night is doubly night, And the lone passer vainly strains his sight, Musing: Was Belus not buried near this spot? |
| 8775 | Was it a voice indeed? |
| 8775 | Was this an expiation? |
| 8775 | We have watched thee in sleep, we have watched thee at prayer, But what can now betide thee? |
| 8775 | Were you of the Court? |
| 8775 | What business brings you here, young cavaliers? |
| 8775 | What can I do? |
| 8775 | What crime?--what wild and hapless deed? |
| 8775 | What did my father then? |
| 8775 | What did the greatest king that e''er earth bore, Sennacherib? |
| 8775 | What do I dream of? |
| 8775 | What do they here so rigid and erect? |
| 8775 | What foldeth she beneath her mantle gray? |
| 8775 | What gift? |
| 8775 | What goblins the sign of the cross may disarm? |
| 8775 | What had you done, you bandits small, With lips as red as roses all? |
| 8775 | What has happened? |
| 8775 | What hath she done within that house of dread? |
| 8775 | What is all to thee? |
| 8775 | What know you of her struggles or her grief? |
| 8775 | What lies before? |
| 8775 | What matters this to flowers, and birds, and trees, And clouds and fountains? |
| 8775 | What need to have rapt this child from her thou hadst placed him by-- Beneath those other flowers to have hid this flower from sight? |
| 8775 | What need, O Earth, to have plucked this flower from blossoming? |
| 8775 | What porcelain vase by you was split To thousand pieces? |
| 8775 | What saint it is good to invoke? |
| 8775 | What use in darkness mirror to uphold? |
| 8775 | What use your doings to be now retold? |
| 8775 | What wait they for-- and what do they expect? |
| 8775 | What was it Sigismond and Ladisläus said? |
| 8775 | What was that noise? |
| 8775 | What were the words Sardanapalus said? |
| 8775 | What with these sequins? |
| 8775 | What words to yourselves do you mutter thus low, Of"blood"and"an intriguer"? |
| 8775 | What''s viler than a lantern to a bat? |
| 8775 | What,''mongst my rude companions, Whose names are registered in the hangman''s book? |
| 8775 | Whence art thou? |
| 8775 | Whence comes it? |
| 8775 | Whence they were? |
| 8775 | Where glide the girls more joyfully Than ours who dance at dusk, With roses white upon their brows, With waists that scorn the busk? |
| 8775 | Where is he gone? |
| 8775 | Where lies the good in having been the chief In conquering, to cause a nation''s grief? |
| 8775 | Where passed they yesterday? |
| 8775 | Wherefore dost thou linger, dear? |
| 8775 | Wherefore? |
| 8775 | Whereupon Boaz murmured in his heart,"The number of my years is past fourscore: How may this be? |
| 8775 | Which here was right or wrong? |
| 8775 | Which, oh, which Your dreadful fault? |
| 8775 | While in the jolly tavern, the bandits gayly drink, Upon the haunted highway, sharp hoof- beats loudly clink? |
| 8775 | Who can decide? |
| 8775 | Who knows them? |
| 8775 | Who reigns soon is dethroned? |
| 8775 | Who smiles there? |
| 8775 | Who these walls, burnt and calcined, could venture to scale? |
| 8775 | Who thus disturbs the tide near the seraglio? |
| 8775 | Who wept those formidable tears? |
| 8775 | Who would see Cleopatra on her bed? |
| 8775 | Who wrought it? |
| 8775 | Who_ then_, to them[1] had told the Future''s story? |
| 8775 | Whom weepest thou? |
| 8775 | Whom, then, hast thou seen, In a turban of white and a caftan of green? |
| 8775 | Whose hearts are ever eager as their swords, Edged by a personal impulse of revenge? |
| 8775 | Why are ye silent as the grave? |
| 8775 | Why be angered if the door Repulses fifty suing maids Who vainly there implore? |
| 8775 | Why do I thus? |
| 8775 | Why is thy window closed of late? |
| 8775 | Why should your flow of tears be matched By their mean life- blood showers? |
| 8775 | Why struck no hostile hand My head within its turban green upon the ruddy sand? |
| 8775 | Why turned the balls aside from me? |
| 8775 | Why, when my hand unconscious pressing, Still keep untold the maiden dream? |
| 8775 | Will it give back naught to our hungry cry? |
| 8775 | Will ye not dwell together as is meet? |
| 8775 | Will you become a hunted outlaw''s bride? |
| 8775 | Will you become the queen, dear, of my band? |
| 8775 | Wilt thou sing us some song of the days of lang syne? |
| 8775 | Wilt thou teach us spell- words that protect from all harm, And thoughts of evil banish? |
| 8775 | Wilt thou tell us some tale, from those volumes divine, Of the brave and noble- hearted? |
| 8775 | Worship thee, angels love thee, sweet woman? |
| 8775 | Ye ask me"when?" |
| 8775 | Ye mind me marching through these vales When golden spur was ringing at my heel? |
| 8775 | Ye own me? |
| 8775 | Yet their vile hands they sought to uplift, Yet they cared still to ask from what God, by what law? |
| 8775 | You love me? |
| 8775 | You say,"Where goest thou?" |
| 8775 | You_ do_ prolong them? |
| 8775 | Young soldiers of the noble Latin blood, How many are ye-- Boys? |
| 8775 | Young, haughty, from still hotter lands, A stranger hither came-- Was he a Moor or African, Or Murcian known to fame? |
| 8775 | [ 1]_("A quoi bon entendre les oiseaux? |
| 8775 | _("Avez- vous oui dire? |
| 8775 | _("De quel non te nommer? |
| 8775 | _("Phoebus, n''est- il sur la terre? |
| 8775 | _("Qu''avez- vous, mes frères? |
| 8775 | _("Quels sont ces bruits sourds? |
| 8775 | _("Qui leur eût dit l''austère destineé? |
| 8775 | _("À quoi je songe? |
| 8775 | alas!--What mother could confide Her offspring to the wild and watery waste? |
| 8775 | and be Young and Italian-- and not also free? |
| 8775 | and must one still believe? |
| 8775 | and what charm Can make the demon vanish? |
| 8775 | art blind this while? |
| 8775 | can you really be of human kind Breathing pure air of heaven? |
| 8775 | did we not know Death holds no more the dead; But Heaven, where, hand in hand, angel and star Smile at the grave we dread? |
| 8775 | dis- moi, tu veux fuir? |
| 8775 | hast thou, then, quitted me? |
| 8775 | have we done aught amiss? |
| 8775 | it could not, could not be That he had not his work to do-- a destiny? |
| 8775 | like Plutus, hold Bosomfuls of orchard- gold, Learns he why that mystic core Was sweet Venus''meed of yore? |
| 8775 | make ruin all complete-- And, slaves, bring in fresh roses-- what odor is more sweet? |
| 8775 | mark you not the red Of shame unutterable in my sightless white? |
| 8775 | mother!--"Where is she, wolf- cub?" |
| 8775 | must I die? |
| 8775 | ne pouvez- vous vivre ensemble? |
| 8775 | next a captive? |
| 8775 | one moment asked the cloudy mass;"Is''t there?" |
| 8775 | or but a dream? |
| 8775 | qu''y voyez- vous, poëtes? |
| 8775 | say Who are you?" |
| 8775 | tell me why so mute, fair maiden, Whene''er as thus so oft we meet? |
| 8775 | the collar''s but newly clamp''d, And nothing but the name thereon is changed-- Master? |
| 8775 | the shroud Of a great storm driving the thunder- cloud? |
| 8775 | through the dust thou''lt hear;"What didst thou with thy virtue?" |
| 8775 | we took it fair, And kissed the gov''nor''s"rib,"And made the King of Spain our take, Believe or not, who cares? |
| 8775 | what sight astounds That grisly lounger? |
| 8775 | what thy use? |
| 8775 | what will unrestoring Death, that jealous tyrant lord, Do with the brave departed souls that can not swing a sword? |
| 8775 | where doth thy master wait? |
| 8775 | who knows what thoughts these small heads hold? |
| 8775 | who may dare Its realities to scan? |
| 8775 | who will give me back my terrible array? |
| 8775 | who will give me back my terrible array? |
| 8775 | whom weepest thou? |
| 8775 | why are these awful warriors here? |
| 8775 | will naught abate Your fierce interminable hate? |