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 |
|---|---|
| 41914 | He cries,"Does one go to bed to be kept awake?" |
| 41914 | His only answer was the philosophic question,"How can I_ prove_ that I am not the gate of Hell?" |
| 31814 | And old Hugh Gaine, turning slowly about at the sound of a name he knew so well, stared at the enemy he had never seen:"Is your name Freneau?" |
| 31814 | Anything but that, for was he not a poet? |
| 31814 | More than this, was he not the only poet in the colony? |
| 42367 | But, at our age,she asked,"who can question our intimacy, or prevent me taking care of you?" |
| 42367 | And d''Artagnan? |
| 42367 | Early in life, he wrote to his sister:"My two only and immense desires-- to be famous and to be loved-- will they ever be satisfied?" |
| 42367 | He asks:"Who can stay long from the Place Royale?" |
| 42367 | He overheard one of them, as he entered the office one day, say:"I''ve done my hour of Balzac; who takes him next?" |
| 38890 | My Mary, dear departed shade, Where is thy place of blissful rest? |
| 38890 | The song commencing"Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary?" |
| 38890 | Was it not from the same motive that had led her to reject his addresses not long before, the desire to please her father? |
| 38890 | When he asked her,"What one book do you like best?" |
| 38890 | Why then did she finally accept Mr. Nichols? |
| 38890 | ye lords of ladies intellectual, Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all?" |
| 38889 | Are they conscious of our reverent tread on the turf above them, of our low words of remembrance and affection? |
| 38889 | Do they care that we have come from far to bend over them here? |
| 38889 | Do they no longer love this once beloved spot? |
| 38889 | Do they not rejoice in the beauty of this summer day and the sunshine that falls upon their windowless palace? |
| 38889 | Or have they ceased from all ken or care for earthly things? |
| 38889 | The book was published anonymously, and Sanborn says that when inquiry was made,"Who is the author of''Nature?''" |
| 35105 | And what woman ever trampled more royally and recklessly upon human hearts? |
| 35105 | At such an hour as this, in such a place, do the dead come out of their graves? |
| 35105 | But who can be content that poor Letitia Landon should sleep beneath the pavement of a barrack, with soldiers trampling over her dust? |
| 35105 | Does Brackenbury still kneel in the cold, lonely, vacant chapel of St. John; or the sad ghost of Monmouth hover in the chancel of St. Peter''s? |
| 35105 | How looks, to- night, the interior of the chapel of the Foundling hospital? |
| 35105 | Into what dangers will the great ship plunge? |
| 35105 | Stay, passenger, why goest thov by so fast? |
| 35105 | Through what mysterious waste of waters will she make her viewless path? |
| 35105 | Yet-- what woman ever had greater love than was lavished on her? |
| 56429 | Ah, say, art thou ambitious? 56429 But what if it were three shillings?" |
| 56429 | Four-- five-- six-- seven-- what would you do with the money? |
| 56429 | If any one were to give you a shilling, my dear,he said,"what would you do with it?" |
| 56429 | Well,he continued,"if any one were to give you two shillings, what would you do?" |
| 56429 | For what did those men live and labour? |
| 56429 | He who was himself as a little child, in his innocence, goodness, and truth,--where else and how else could he so fitly rest? |
| 56429 | I looked up at him and I replied,''She_ is_ your wife, is n''t she?'' |
| 56429 | Is there any in the world like it? |
| 56429 | Oh, does the flush of youth adorn thy face And dost thou deem it lasting? |
| 56429 | To what were their shining talents and wonderful forces devoted? |
| 56429 | Who can tell? |
| 56429 | [ Illustration:_ Approach to Ambleside._] What were the sights of those sweet days that linger still, and will always linger, in my remembrance? |
| 56429 | dost thou chase The phantom Fame, in fairy colours drest, Expecting all the while to win the race? |
| 56429 | dost thou crave The hero''s wreath, the poet''s meed of praise? |
| 56429 | thy young breast-- Oh, does it pant for honours? |
| 30390 | ''He do n''t shy, does he?'' 30390 They come and ask what such a room is called... write it down; admire a cabbage or a lobster in a market piece( picture? |
| 30390 | You know it? |
| 30390 | And to what have these old- world splendours given place? |
| 30390 | Bouverie Street( is this, by the way, a corruption or a variant of the Dutch word_ Bouerie_ which New Yorkers know so well? |
| 30390 | But the party for the night following? |
| 30390 | Canning, in imitation of Southey, recounts it thus in verse:"... Dost thou ask her crime? |
| 30390 | Directory? |
| 30390 | How do the poor live who rise in the morning without a penny in their pockets? |
| 30390 | How do they manage to sell their labour before they can earn the means of appeasing hunger? |
| 30390 | Is''t nine o''clock?__ Then fetch a pint of port. |
| 30390 | On the other hand, where would one find in reality such names as Quilp, Cheeryble, Twist, Swiveller, Heep, Tulkinghorn, or Snodgrass? |
| 30390 | Or to bring it directly home to Dickens, the following quotation will serve:"''You do n''t mean to say he was"burked,"Sam?'' |
| 30390 | Poor antique architecture-- what is it doing in such a climate?" |
| 30390 | Was not Taylor--"the water poet"--the Prince of Thames Watermen?" |
| 30390 | What are the contrivances on which they hit to carry on their humble traffic? |
| 30390 | What can they possibly do in these catacombs? |
| 30390 | What wonder then that the fascination of riverside London fell early upon the writer of novels? |
| 30390 | When Mrs. Gamp relieved Betsy in the sick- room, the following dialogue occurred:"''Anything to tell afore you goes, my dear?'' |
| 30390 | Which gladsome(?) |
| 30390 | Why not, as a writer of the day expressed it, measure from the G. P. O.? |
| 30390 | You will ask Mac, and why not his sister? |
| 30390 | _ Cowper._"What is London?" |
| 30390 | who''s to drive? |
| 34526 | But whither,he writes,"have you banished those words which our forefathers used for these new- fangled ones? |
| 34526 | Buy a mouse- trap, a mouse- trap, or a tormentor for a flea? 34526 Gentlewomen, the weather''s hot; whither walk you? |
| 34526 | How shall we build it up again? 34526 Is not this house as nigh heaven as my own?" |
| 34526 | Then tied she the handkerchief about her eyes, and feeling for the block, she said,''What shall I do? 34526 What do we call his Son?" |
| 34526 | What do you lack? 34526 What,"he asks,"would have become of the passage?" |
| 34526 | Whom did he promise should save them? |
| 34526 | ''Why not?'' |
| 34526 | Are our words to be exiled like our citizens? |
| 34526 | Buy any ballads? |
| 34526 | Dance over, my Lady Lee; How shall we build it up again? |
| 34526 | How many persons are there in the Godhead? |
| 34526 | I said;''I have been to the Colosseum by the light of the moon; is it worse to go to see Saint Ghastly Grim by the light of the lightning?'' |
| 34526 | The former wrote:"What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in pilèd stones?" |
| 34526 | The question was not now with him, What can I represent? |
| 34526 | Three small boys sit on a bench before a solemn youth who holds a book and instructs their infant minds as follows:"Who is God? |
| 34526 | What do you lack, gentleman? |
| 34526 | What need they? |
| 34526 | What period since the Golden Age of Greece can match their achievements? |
| 34526 | What recks it them? |
| 34526 | When God put Adam and Eve out of Eden, what did he promise them?" |
| 34526 | When they marched back beneath the beeches their voices rang out with the lines of Psalm Forty- three:"Why art thou cast down, O my soul? |
| 34526 | Where is God? |
| 34526 | Where is it?'' |
| 34526 | Who can doubt that Milton stood in sightless grief beside these tombs, before the desecration of"Oliver''s Vault?" |
| 34526 | Would any approach to such an interference as that have been endured either by Elizabeth or James I.?... |
| 34526 | a pair of smiths to wake you in the morning, or a fine whistling bird? |
| 34526 | and why art thou disquieted within me? |
| 34526 | but, How high can I build-- how wonderfully can I hang this arch in air? |
| 34526 | fine purses, pouches, pin cases, pipes? |
| 44269 | ''Things may take a turn,''as the pig said on the spit.... As to health? 44269 And is it a year since we parted from you at the steps of Edmonton stage?" |
| 44269 | Have you ever heard me preach? |
| 44269 | _ Very_ gratifying, was n''t it? |
| 44269 | ''Do you remember the making of it?'' |
| 44269 | ''What matter?'' |
| 44269 | ''You are going to Down Street, sir?'' |
| 44269 | And Mr. Watts, a great mon, he said to me,''How do you like it?'' |
| 44269 | Are these thy views? |
| 44269 | Are they tears? |
| 44269 | As I sat down, a feeling like remorse struck me: this tongue poor Mary got for me; and can I partake of it now, when she is far away? |
| 44269 | For me-- they do me too much grace-- for me?... |
| 44269 | He then addressed himself to Davies:''What do you think of Garrick? |
| 44269 | Is any one so foolish to succeed? |
| 44269 | Is it folly or sin in me to say that it was a religious principle that_ most_ supported me? |
| 44269 | Is there another life? |
| 44269 | Shall I awake and find all this a dream? |
| 44269 | What reason? |
| 44269 | What would he have been, if a patrician? |
| 44269 | When I have to take my candle and retire to a lonely room, without the thought, as I fall asleep, of seeing you to- morrow morning? |
| 44269 | Who can help it?... |
| 44269 | Who shall describe his countenance, catch its quivering sweetness, and fix it for ever in words? |
| 44269 | Why do n''t they review and praise_ Solomon''s Guide to Health_? |
| 44269 | Why then should I be anxious about the riches and fame of mortality? |
| 44269 | Will you come towards evening instead of before dinner? |
| 44269 | for My sake, According to My word?'' |
| 41516 | Pray, sir,says Aimwell to Gibbet, in Farquhar''s_ Beaux Stratagem_,"ha''n''t I seen your face at Will''s Coffee- house?" |
| 41516 | Well, Sir,said Macklin,"what have you to say upon this subject?" |
| 41516 | What do you think,he writes,"must be my expense, who love to pry into everything of the kind? |
| 41516 | Why, how now, Ben? |
| 41516 | ''Do you?'' |
| 41516 | A little dish and a large coffee- house, What is it but a mountain and a mouse?" |
| 41516 | Again,"Would you know what officer''s on guard in Betty''s fruitshop?" |
| 41516 | Are not these pretty rates?" |
| 41516 | Bibliomania, what is it?, 192. |
| 41516 | But to cure drunkards it has got great fame; Posset or porridge, will''t not do the same? |
| 41516 | Cibber?" |
| 41516 | Do you ask if they''re good, or are evil? |
| 41516 | Fielding in one of his Prologues says:"What rake is ignorant of King''s Coffee- house?" |
| 41516 | In his Journal to Stella he says:"I met Mr. Harley, and he asked me how long I had learnt the trick of writing to myself? |
| 41516 | May it not also have some reference to the Saracen''s Head of the Quintain, a military exercise antecedent to jousts and tournaments? |
| 41516 | One day a gentleman entered the dining- room, and ordered of the waiter two lamb- chops; at the same time inquiring,"John, have you a cucumber?" |
| 41516 | That falling, why not adopt Gulliver''s remedy?" |
| 41516 | The following epigram on the Odes rehearsals is by a wit of those times:"When Laureates make Odes, do you ask of what sort? |
| 41516 | The narrative is thus given in Boswell''s_ Johnson_ by Croker:--"_ Boswell._ Was there not a story of Parson Ford''s ghost having appeared? |
| 41516 | What o''clock is it, Sir?" |
| 41516 | Where is that wondrous collection of autographs, that_ Libro d''Oro_, now? |
| 41516 | Wise- acre?" |
| 41516 | are they small or large?" |
| 41516 | of Horace, 2nd Bk._"When sharp with hunger, scorn you to be fed Except on pea- chicks, at the Bedford Head?" |
| 41516 | what signifies it between you and me? |
| 29754 | ''Bring their hotel din and smell Where my sweet winds blow so well, And my birches dance and swing, While my pines above them sing? 29754 ''Match against my moonlight keen Their tallow dip and kerosene? |
| 29754 | ''Would they spoil this sacred place? 29754 Is this the wind, the soft sea- wind That stirred thy locks of brown? |
| 29754 | A pole was let down the flue and he was rescued, but so sadly demoralized that he could only faintly whisper,"What does Charlie want?" |
| 29754 | All he said was,"Is it?" |
| 29754 | And am I to be shaken by shadows? |
| 29754 | And what do you think he said? |
| 29754 | Are these the rocks whose mosses knew The trail of thy light gown, Where boy and girl sat down? |
| 29754 | At last Mr. Whittier said,"Friend Turner, has thee met many angels and saints in thy dealings with either of the parties? |
| 29754 | At length the farmer suggested:--"No doubt you know the power of figures?" |
| 29754 | Blotch with paint its virgin face? |
| 29754 | But the old Quaker was ready for him:"What did I tell thee? |
| 29754 | D''ye give it up?" |
| 29754 | Did I say she was a_ good_ cow? |
| 29754 | Do they-- is it possible-- Do they dream of a hotel? |
| 29754 | Do you call_ that critter_ him? |
| 29754 | Does she think her friends can be jolly and glad? |
| 29754 | Else, of what use to go to college; why not stay at home and find the cows after the manner of the unlearned? |
| 29754 | He added as a postscript,"What does_ thee_ know about Evelina Bray?" |
| 29754 | Is it all a mistake? |
| 29754 | Is it only the child who sighs and grieves For the loss of something he never had? |
| 29754 | Match their low walls, plaster- spread, With my blue dome overhead? |
| 29754 | Of course the mathematician must go back to breakfast-- what was he running off for, after doing such a service by his learning? |
| 29754 | Oh, watcher on the outer wall, How wears the night away? |
| 29754 | One of the brothers referred to the subject all had hitherto avoided, and said,"Do n''t you remember your ride upon Old Butler?" |
| 29754 | Or of what not? |
| 29754 | She caught sight of the culprit''s face, and instantly changed her tone:"Oh, is it you, Greenleaf? |
| 29754 | Stay, what''s this? |
| 29754 | Time-- what is time to thee? |
| 29754 | Was it a dream? |
| 29754 | We talked-- how can I say of what? |
| 29754 | What can the woman expect? |
| 29754 | What on airth are you doin''?-- We haste to the husking as fast as we can,--But where''s Mr. Bruin? |
| 29754 | When her uncle came in, he said in a cheery way,"Why, Lizzie, what has thee been doing, that they put thee in the corner?" |
| 29754 | Whittier replied,"Mary, did thee ever know any one in his last sickness to stick by the way for want of funds?" |
| 29754 | Whittier said,"But do they not always have an application, like the parables?" |
| 29754 | Who hath mourned above thy grave? |
| 29754 | Who hath questioned her of thee? |
| 29754 | Who''ll follow? |
| 29754 | Who''ll follow? |
| 29754 | Who''ll follow? |
| 29754 | Who''ll follow? |
| 29754 | Will somebody kiss that bride for me? |
| 57372 | ''What do you want me for?'' 57372 Item if any shopkeepers eyther Maisters of( or?) |
| 57372 | TommyHill, as he was familiarly called, always boasted that he had whatever was wanted:"Cards, sir? |
| 57372 | ''And what did you answer, asked I, to this gracious offer?'' |
| 57372 | ''Is not_ harmless pleasure_ very tame?'' |
| 57372 | A contemporary ballad has the refrain:"Did you ever hear the like, Or ever hear the fame, Of five women barbers Who lived in Drury Lane?" |
| 57372 | And Walpole, writing to Mason on July 29, 1773, says:"What are the Adelphi Buildings? |
| 57372 | And what was that, but that our dirty Besse( meaning his duchesse) should come to be Duchesse of Albemarle?" |
| 57372 | And why not wear them?-- Did not a lady- knight, late chevalier, A brave smart soldier in your eyes appear? |
| 57372 | Are there not as interesting varieties in such a life? |
| 57372 | Baggages, do you call smothering a man taking close order? |
| 57372 | But what was the employment that thus determined for so long a period his daily movements? |
| 57372 | Did his gaiety extend farther than his own nation?'' |
| 57372 | Do n''t you want to ask me how I liked him? |
| 57372 | Eh, my liege lord? |
| 57372 | Have I not seen in one season that man act seven- and- twenty times, and rise each time in excellence, and shall I be silent? |
| 57372 | Have you no idea who he is?'' |
| 57372 | I asked her the next day how she went through it? |
| 57372 | Is it not possible that the Duke of Northumberland received Durham House in reward for his discovery there of the illegal mint? |
| 57372 | Ladies, here''s oppression of the fair sex: for may n''t the most innocent of us smuggle a little, and never know it? |
| 57372 | Madam; who is the worse for being talked of uncharitably? |
| 57372 | Some the cause did maintain, That it should there remain, Or where can we go helter- skelter? |
| 57372 | The chemist, in amazement, said:''And you really meant to offer pecuniary aid to that person, sir? |
| 57372 | The latter, very agreeably surprised, exclaimed,''But what security am I to give you?'' |
| 57372 | Was ever poor married rogue in such a plight?" |
| 57372 | What do you mean? |
| 57372 | What is a friend? |
| 57372 | Where''s the Nine? |
| 57372 | _ 1st Milliner._ What do you mean, ma''am? |
| 57372 | _ 2nd Milliner._ Do you insinuate? |
| 57372 | _ 2nd Milliner._ Does it concern us all? |
| 57372 | _ Betty._ Are the articles specified? |
| 57372 | _ Boswell_:''But why nations? |
| 57372 | _ Lady O._ Indeed? |
| 57372 | a modest, excellent, worthy maid, no doubt? |
| 57372 | presto? |
| 57372 | what do you want here?'' |
| 41146 | Among men equally conspicuous in letters and the Senate, what names outshine those of Burke and Sheridan, Canning, Brougham, and Macaulay? 41146 And was he excused?" |
| 41146 | Come, Mashtub,said Brummell, who was the_ caster_,"what do you_ set_?" |
| 41146 | Did you call for coffee, Sir? |
| 41146 | I want to know, Sir, and that without one moment''s delay, Sir, if I am_ chose_ yet? |
| 41146 | It''s very fine to say,''Subscribe To Andrews''--can''t you read? 41146 Well, then,"replied the duellist,"did_ you_ black- ball me?" |
| 41146 | Well,said Douglas Jerrold,"how much does---- want this time?" |
| 41146 | What noise is that? |
| 41146 | What would you have me do? |
| 41146 | Who, Sir? |
| 41146 | [ 31] There is another version of the epigram on Tom Onslow:--Say, what can Tommy Onslow do? |
| 41146 | ''When_ will_ you dine at home, my dove?'' |
| 41146 | ''_ He''ll be of us!_''growled he;''how does he know we will_ permit_ him? |
| 41146 | --"Are you?" |
| 41146 | --"My good Sir,"answered the Admiral,"how could you suppose such a thing?" |
| 41146 | --"Why should you wish any such thing?" |
| 41146 | A friend, who knew my inexperience, and regarded me as a victim decked out for sacrifice, called to me,''What, Wilberforce, is that you?'' |
| 41146 | A member of this society having been met in mourning when one of the reigning family had died, was asked by one of the members how it so happened? |
| 41146 | A pretty bit of red ribbon to hang about your neck; and that satisfies you, does it? |
| 41146 | And in the_ Beaux''Stratagem_, Aimwell asks of Gibbet,"Ha''n''t I seen your face at White''s?" |
| 41146 | Besides, what is a turbot?" |
| 41146 | Brookes?" |
| 41146 | But on what terms did Cibber live with this society? |
| 41146 | But, it may be asked, how came the Society to associate so freely pleasure with graver pursuits? |
| 41146 | Can Tommy Onslow do no more? |
| 41146 | Can Tommy Onslow do no more? |
| 41146 | Can anything be more paltry than that bay- window from which the members of White''s contemplate the cabstand and the Wellington Tavern? |
| 41146 | Can little T. O. do no more? |
| 41146 | Did you see that man who has just gone out? |
| 41146 | Dryden, some twenty years after the above date, asks:"What right has any man to meet in factious Clubs to vilify the Government?" |
| 41146 | Fitzgerald now went up to each individual member, and put the same question_ seriatim_,"Did you black- ball me, Sir?" |
| 41146 | Fitzroy Stanhope, Colonel Spicer, Colonel Sibthorpe,_ cum multis aliis_, been thrown away upon persons who have looked up to them as protectors? |
| 41146 | George Selwyn says,''What a horrid idea he will give us of the people in Newgate?''" |
| 41146 | Have you ever been concerned with any of them? |
| 41146 | He could not help continually asking questions about it-- what was going on there?--whether he was ever the subject of conversation? |
| 41146 | Is it older than Gifford?" |
| 41146 | Now, I wonder what I shall have.--What do you think they will give me, Sir Philip?" |
| 41146 | The tax on_ malt_''s the cause I hear-- But what has_ malt_ to do with_ beer_?" |
| 41146 | Thomas Kenyon, Sir Henry Parnell, and Mr. Maddox? |
| 41146 | Was he dead or not? |
| 41146 | Was it not admirable? |
| 41146 | Was there a watchman took his hourly rounds Safe from their blows, or new- invented wounds? |
| 41146 | We see the eyes and the nose moving with convulsive twitches; we see the heavy form rolling; we hear it puffing; and then comes the''Why, Sir?'' |
| 41146 | What a favourable idea people must have of White''s!--and what if White''s should not deserve a much better?" |
| 41146 | What would the Devonshire road have been, but for the late Sir Charles Bamfylde, Sir John Rogers, Colonel Prouse, Sir Lawrence Palk, and others? |
| 41146 | Who has not heard the Scourer''s midnight fame? |
| 41146 | Who has not trembled at the Mohock''s name? |
| 41146 | and the''What then, Sir?'' |
| 41146 | are the weak endeavours of a few to oppose the daily inroads of fricassees and soup- maigres?" |
| 41146 | exclaimed Thrale, with surprise:"Mr. Garrick-- your friend, your companion-- black- ball him?" |
| 41146 | what can thee withstand? |
| 41146 | what is a turbot?" |
| 31133 | ''Do you mean to say that I am to find two thousand pounds?'' 31133 Does that bloom, so fresh and youthful, That divine and lovely form, That sweet look, so good and truthful, Bind thee with unbounded charm? |
| 31133 | Heart, my heart, oh, what hath changed thee? 31133 I see her face, I hear her voice: Does she remember mine? |
| 31133 | Mother, who was Washington? |
| 31133 | What is the use,he would say,"of my talking to a lot of hungry paupers about heaven? |
| 31133 | Why, my dear, do n''t you know? |
| 31133 | ''Are you mad?'' |
| 31133 | ''But you can say your Archbishops of Canterbury?'' |
| 31133 | ''Charles,''cried Mrs. Dickens,''how can you be so silly? |
| 31133 | ''Did you ever think of destroying yourself?'' |
| 31133 | ''Oh,''she whispered forth,''I am not going to die, am I? |
| 31133 | ''Seen them?'' |
| 31133 | ''What do you think of matricide, of high treason, of rick- burning? |
| 31133 | And do they prefer to hear Du Chaillu tell about the gorillas he invented, or go with Jules Verne twenty thousand leagues under the sea? |
| 31133 | And what to her is now the boy Who fed her father''s kine?" |
| 31133 | And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? |
| 31133 | And will Agnes and Esther ever pall upon our taste? |
| 31133 | Are there any such fierce, tumultuous natures as hers to- day kneeling on stony cloister floors? |
| 31133 | Are there offices in that sphere which are coveted, and to obtain which men are pestered to write letters of recommendation? |
| 31133 | Are you not unhappy, reprobated, evil spoken of? |
| 31133 | Art thou not ashamed?" |
| 31133 | But has it ever occurred to you how awful the recovery of her lost reason would be, without the consciousness of the loss of time? |
| 31133 | But that he has done serious work, and that it has been work which has borne fruit, who can doubt? |
| 31133 | But what of that? |
| 31133 | But who would not willingly die at twenty- three to be immortalized in such a poem as"In Memoriam"? |
| 31133 | Ca n''t you preach and pray behind the hedges, or in a sandpit, or in a coal- hole, first? |
| 31133 | Can that be called a quarrel in which, so far as the public could judge, the wife did all the denunciation, and the husband made no reply? |
| 31133 | Can that be called a quarrel, piteously asks the man in''Juvenal,''where my enemy only beats and I am beaten? |
| 31133 | Can the purple and burning flames of genius ever float over the immaculate azure of a woman''s destiny?" |
| 31133 | Can we wonder that the students who crowded his lecture- room after he became a professor thought every other lecturer commonplace and dull? |
| 31133 | Can we wonder that those who crowded the table where he sat, lingered on till the daylight drove them from the board? |
| 31133 | Can you conceive my resentment, my wretchedness? |
| 31133 | Did the dread of assassination hover over her? |
| 31133 | Did you ever think of killing any one? |
| 31133 | Do boys persecute literary men with requests for a course of reading? |
| 31133 | Do people there write for autographs to those who have gained a little notoriety? |
| 31133 | Do we not all know the"Treadmill Song,"also, in practical life? |
| 31133 | Do we not all know"these crusaders sent from some infernal clime"? |
| 31133 | Do women there send letters asking for money? |
| 31133 | Do you know where you are?'' |
| 31133 | Do you see that? |
| 31133 | Dr. Holmes, too, has had his battle with the music- grinders, as who has not? |
| 31133 | Had she clung to her original determination not to marry him, would it have been better? |
| 31133 | Has not the force of genius its own exclusive and legitimate exactions, and does not the force of woman consist in the abdication of all exactions? |
| 31133 | Have I forgot, my only love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time''s all- severing wave? |
| 31133 | Have the boys outgrown"Ivanhoe"too? |
| 31133 | Have we not in this the key to all the sorrows of his domestic life? |
| 31133 | Have"Marmion,"and"The Lady of the Lake,"and the immortal"Lay"been superseded by the trivialities and inanities of modern poetasters? |
| 31133 | He saw everything in one light, she in another; what but disappointment and unrest could ensue? |
| 31133 | He says:--"Why did he not marry her at once? |
| 31133 | He writes thus to a friend in extreme old age:--"Is there a penny- post, do you think, in the world to come? |
| 31133 | Her eyes are not brilliant; has their fire gone out under frequent tears, or only in her writings? |
| 31133 | His brow is singular in shape, but not particularly large or prominent; where has nature expressed his majestic intellect? |
| 31133 | His head is small; how can it carry all he knows? |
| 31133 | How could I tread my hall again with such a diminished crest? |
| 31133 | How live a poor, indebted man, where I was once the wealthy, the honored? |
| 31133 | If a lovely wind- flower, fresh and fragrant as the breath of morning, was crushed in the arms of this god of thunder, what shall we say? |
| 31133 | If it seemed as bad as this to him, what did it seem to her, delicately reared and hating the disagreeables of life? |
| 31133 | If one or two of us at the present day open our eyes to a new light, is it not by a strange and unaccountable good Providence? |
| 31133 | Into what abysses shall we go and plunge ourselves, we three? |
| 31133 | Is any one dead?" |
| 31133 | Is it not sad to think of this?''" |
| 31133 | Is not the opinion of such men as these to be considered of weight in this matter? |
| 31133 | Is not this an accurate picture of what a poet''s childhood should be? |
| 31133 | Is there not in it a hint to the unsuccessful preachers of our time? |
| 31133 | It now beckons to me from one of my shelves, asking always,''When wilt thou have a cheerful, vacant day?''" |
| 31133 | On another occasion Sir David Dundas asked:--"''Macaulay, do you know your Popes?'' |
| 31133 | Shall we ever cease loving Mr. Jarndyce, even when the wind is in the east? |
| 31133 | Shall we ever weary of gentle Tom Pinch? |
| 31133 | Shall we not always touch our hats to Joe Gargery? |
| 31133 | Show us the path of Bernica, or the Lake of Sténio, or the glaciers of Jacques''?" |
| 31133 | Still can we ask of the English people:--"Do you hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? |
| 31133 | Thackeray wrote after Macaulay''s death:--"Now that wonderful tongue is to speak no more, will not many a man grieve that he no longer can listen? |
| 31133 | The common, impious, vulgar of this earth-- what has it to do with my life or me? |
| 31133 | The same friend writes:--"''What do you think of suicide?'' |
| 31133 | To another correspondent he writes:--"How is it in the world to come? |
| 31133 | To the day of Miss Bronté''s death, she would blaze with indignation at any mention of this school; and who can wonder? |
| 31133 | Was she the only one who found him"ill to live with"? |
| 31133 | Was this also true of Mrs. Dickens? |
| 31133 | What could be better for the youth of our land than such a pastime as this for their vacations? |
| 31133 | What do school boys and girls declaim now, we wonder, equal to the selections from Scott, which formed the greatest part of our stock in trade? |
| 31133 | What do you think she said aloud? |
| 31133 | What doth weigh on thee so sore? |
| 31133 | What hath thus from me estranged thee, That I know thee now no more? |
| 31133 | What have you gained by these unequal struggles, by these much- trumpeted duels of yours with Custom and Belief? |
| 31133 | What is the great literary guild anywhere but a mutual admiration society? |
| 31133 | What might he not have done in those earlier years could he have gone fresh and untired to his musings and his dreams? |
| 31133 | What was its foundation, what its outcome? |
| 31133 | What was poverty and obscurity and isolation unto these two souls, so complete in each other that nothing else was desired? |
| 31133 | What would years and cares and the commonplace of existence have done for such a love as this, we wonder? |
| 31133 | When the new spirit came, They asked him, drawing near,''Art thou become like us?'' |
| 31133 | Whence then came the unhappiness,--an unhappiness which, we think, has in some places been greatly exaggerated? |
| 31133 | Who can she be?" |
| 31133 | Who cares for the books of the year? |
| 31133 | Who that felt a love for the writer and the man could fail to rejoice that the end was quick and painless? |
| 31133 | Will little Nell''s friend, the old schoolmaster, ever cease to draw tears from our eyes? |
| 31133 | Would her nature have still asserted itself under the cap of the sister? |
| 31133 | Would the prayers and litanies, the penances and the fasts, have tamed her wild blood? |
| 31133 | Would we have this so? |
| 31133 | and are we not intensely weary of it sometimes? |
| 31133 | and have we not all felt with him the relief when"silence like a poultice comes to heal the blows of sound"? |
| 31133 | and that? |
| 31133 | how could''st thou come to this? |
| 31133 | of murdering your mother? |
| 31133 | or do the good old lines still hold their own? |
| 31133 | or setting rick- yards on fire?'' |
| 31133 | or that no man who had had him for a boon companion could ever be satisfied with another? |
| 31133 | was not this man a fit guest for any palace in the world, or a fit companion for any man or woman in it? |
| 31133 | who will have the patience to hear them? |
| 31133 | would she have led a revolt against authority within the church as she did without? |
| 41164 | A fine, handsome young fellow, was he not? |
| 41164 | And never heard of a statue or a monument to Mrs. Tighe, the poetess? |
| 41164 | And, pray, what family might he leave? |
| 41164 | Barbarous? |
| 41164 | But your potatoes, my friend? |
| 41164 | But, pray, what has become of this Mr. Shelley, then? |
| 41164 | Can you explain to me,I asked,"what it is that makes Burns such a favorite with you all in Scotland? |
| 41164 | Did ever muse''s hand so fair A glory round thy temple spread? 41164 Do you choose to deny that this is your composition?" |
| 41164 | How did you like the country? |
| 41164 | How long had he been there? |
| 41164 | How shall I know it? |
| 41164 | I was heartily tired, and posted to---- Park(_ q._ Bushy? 41164 If I''m designed yon lordling''s slave, By nature''s law designed, Why was an independent wish E''er planted in my mind? |
| 41164 | My friend,said I,"I fear you have had more than your share of hardship in this life?" |
| 41164 | Since''tis my doom, Love''s undershrieve, Why this reprieve? 41164 Was there no statue?" |
| 41164 | What is that? |
| 41164 | What needs my Shakspeare for his honor''d bones, The labor of an age in piled stones? 41164 What though, like commoners of air, We wander out we know not where, But either house or hall? |
| 41164 | Where couldst thou fix on mortal ground, Thy tender thoughts and high? 41164 Who is that who addresses you so familiarly?" |
| 41164 | Who was he? |
| 41164 | Why should I stay? 41164 Why?" |
| 41164 | Yet it could not be love, for I knew not the name-- What passion can dwell in the heart of a child? 41164 [ 3] Seven years have gone over since this was written, and what has been the effect? |
| 41164 | ''Have you, sir?'' |
| 41164 | ''What barley? |
| 41164 | ''Why,''returned the executioner,''you little rascal, what is that to you?'' |
| 41164 | 1598:''Occhi, stelle mortali, Ministre de miei mali-- Se chiusi m''uccidete, Aperti che farete?'' |
| 41164 | Among beneficed loungers, noli- episcoparian bishops, rakish old gentlemen, and more startling young ones, who are old in the folly of_ knowingness_? |
| 41164 | Among fox- hunters and their chaplains? |
| 41164 | Among licensed contradictions of all sorts? |
| 41164 | Among the Christian''s doctrines, and the worldly practices? |
| 41164 | And every man and woman, every trade- traveler and servant- maid says,"Where?" |
| 41164 | And is this all? |
| 41164 | And ladies from his own country, that is to say, the basket- women, suddenly began to interrogate him;''Now, I say, Pat, where have you been drinking? |
| 41164 | And of what were they impostors? |
| 41164 | And what did all these great friends do for him? |
| 41164 | And why should it? |
| 41164 | And yet, where are the homes and haunts of Shakspeare in London? |
| 41164 | And, indeed, how much longer? |
| 41164 | Are habits of indulging vanity, and of amusing one''s self with the affections and the happiness of others, to be thus coolly talked of? |
| 41164 | Are our nobility grown less literary, or our authors less aristocratic? |
| 41164 | Are these nothing? |
| 41164 | Between the still labors of a divine imagination, and the uproarious riot of a public feed when half- seas over? |
| 41164 | But are you sure you are fit for a school? |
| 41164 | But every thing that Milton promised he performed: who performed so much? |
| 41164 | But from the moment that he sets foot in London, what is there in all biography so heart- breaking to contemplate? |
| 41164 | But how does this at all remove the statements of Burleigh''s dislike of Spenser and reluctance to his promotion? |
| 41164 | But if this honor be not needed, what needs there for our Shakspeare, the still weaker witness of his name, of guzzling and gormandizing? |
| 41164 | But of what avail was all this renown? |
| 41164 | But what was the stern reality? |
| 41164 | But where were these? |
| 41164 | But, surely, he did not do such a thing?" |
| 41164 | Can a critic even read the passage without some compunction? |
| 41164 | Can this be the lady who had formerly held captive in her chains the gallant Earl of Chesterfield?" |
| 41164 | Can you lie three in a bed?" |
| 41164 | Christ left a glorious example to all time-- why is the Christian world blind to it? |
| 41164 | Could any suspicion of such a boy''s forgery of the document at first be entertained? |
| 41164 | Could he feel that he was a poet, and fit society for the wealthy, the refined, and the learned, and that he was not degraded? |
| 41164 | Could your dry and thirsting spirits receive nothing but this dry and musty fodder of sectarian disquisition? |
| 41164 | Did ever life''s ambrosial air Such perfume o''er thine altars shed?" |
| 41164 | Did it never reach Marlowe-- but thirty miles from London-- that sad story of his death, which created a sensation throughout the civilized world?" |
| 41164 | Did not Chatterton write equally Sly Dick and the tragedy of Ella? |
| 41164 | Did not John Gilpin and the loftiest strains of pious poetry proceed from that of Cowper? |
| 41164 | Did not the puns of Hood, and the sober ballad of Eugene Aram, and the Song of the Shirt, proceed from one and the same mind? |
| 41164 | Did the critics not protest that they were_ their own_? |
| 41164 | Do you know what a trick was played him by some wag?" |
| 41164 | Echo may answer-- where? |
| 41164 | Enow of such as for their bellies''sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold? |
| 41164 | For that silence, and the thoughts that live in it, who would not have lived, and suffered, and been despised? |
| 41164 | Has he not honored himself sufficiently? |
| 41164 | Have you been bred apprentice to the business?" |
| 41164 | Have you got a good stomach?" |
| 41164 | Have you had the small- pox?" |
| 41164 | He declared a glorious doctrine on the treatment of unbelievers-- why is the world deaf to it? |
| 41164 | He had continually in his heart that cry which haunted Cowley:"What shall I do to be forever known?" |
| 41164 | He had had to work hard, but what poor man had not? |
| 41164 | He quickly mustered his laddish troop in a row, and said to me,''There now, sir, can you tell which is a Shakspeare?'' |
| 41164 | He was at one time at the Lakes on a pilgrimage to Southey, which, when Coleridge heard of, he said,"Why did he not come to me? |
| 41164 | How could a man with lands and a castle be in such necessity? |
| 41164 | How could they? |
| 41164 | How does it vindicate him from any such charge? |
| 41164 | I hear honest utilitarians asking, why? |
| 41164 | If houses are built, most likely cellars were dug to those houses; and then the bones of Chatterton-- where are they? |
| 41164 | If not, why am I subject to His cruelty and scorn? |
| 41164 | If thus, when shut, ye wound me, what must have proved the consequence had ye been open?" |
| 41164 | In Henry the Fifth, Shakspeare alludes to its shape and material:"Can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? |
| 41164 | In a word, your house is falling; but what of that? |
| 41164 | In short, among all those professed demands of what is right and noble, mixed with real inculcations of what is wrong and full of hypocrisy? |
| 41164 | Is it grateful to those who are the pride and boast of their country? |
| 41164 | Is not this vexatious? |
| 41164 | Is there any the remotest connection between the achievements of pure intellect and seven- gallon barrel stomachs of anniversary topers? |
| 41164 | Is this just to these individuals? |
| 41164 | It has been said, how could this be? |
| 41164 | It is a pity this should not be true, yet how can it? |
| 41164 | Long filléd with the miseries of need, Where from the hailstone could the almer[16] fly? |
| 41164 | Need we ask why his mother bound him to such a man? |
| 41164 | No answer was given; but the master loudly and angrily repeated,"Are you the author of this book?" |
| 41164 | Of what were they thieves? |
| 41164 | Oh for what sorrow must I now exchange you? |
| 41164 | Oh, who so well could sing Love''s joys and pains? |
| 41164 | Or may we cram Within this_ wooden_ O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt?" |
| 41164 | Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star- ypointing pyramid? |
| 41164 | Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn? |
| 41164 | Shall the heroes of the pen, those far nobler and diviner heroes, be treated with a penniless contempt? |
| 41164 | Shall the heroes of the sword alone be rewarded? |
| 41164 | Shelley?" |
| 41164 | Silence ensued for a full hour, after which Lintot stopped short, and broke out,"Well, sir, how far have you gone?" |
| 41164 | Somewhere, and some time before, he had most likely seen this Mary Powell-- where, and how long before, who shall now say? |
| 41164 | Spite of great names, is that a literary tribunal from which much good was to be hoped? |
| 41164 | Such was the treatment which all ladies who manifested an attachment to Swift received at his hands; is it any wonder that such a man went mad? |
| 41164 | The parlor splendors? |
| 41164 | Then why, my soul, dost thou complain? |
| 41164 | Titles, carriages, gay garments, great houses, what are they but the things which_ the man_ had gathered about him for his pride or his comfort? |
| 41164 | To sell thyself dost thou intend By candle''s end; And hold the contract thus in doubt, Life''s taper out? |
| 41164 | To whom_ can_ the poor bind their children? |
| 41164 | Was there no picture of Mrs. Tighe, the poetess, that I might be allowed to see?" |
| 41164 | Were not the poems_ real_? |
| 41164 | Were not the treasures which they came dragging into the literary bank of England genuine treasures? |
| 41164 | Were they not genuine, and of the true Titanic stamp? |
| 41164 | What acuteness of genius is like the acuteness of a sharp experience, after all? |
| 41164 | What are all the works of Johnson-- and we are inclined to give them their fullest due-- when compared with those of Milton, and their consequences? |
| 41164 | What are the reasons assigned by the biographer for doubting the story? |
| 41164 | What are you?" |
| 41164 | What became of them and their claim on the property? |
| 41164 | What cares he, in his seventh heaven of glory and of poetry, for their guzzlings? |
| 41164 | What do you call very good? |
| 41164 | What have they to do with him or his honor? |
| 41164 | What have you had?'' |
| 41164 | What if you amused yourself in turning an ode till we mount again? |
| 41164 | What is it? |
| 41164 | What means,"To have thy prince''s grace, yet want his peeres''?" |
| 41164 | What need they? |
| 41164 | What need''st thou such weak witness of thy name? |
| 41164 | What recks it them? |
| 41164 | What says John Milton, another glorious son of the Muse? |
| 41164 | What those lines at the close of the sixth book of the Faërie Queene? |
| 41164 | What was won by it, except the empty glory itself? |
| 41164 | What, then, was their strange crime? |
| 41164 | When was the property of Kilcolman lost to the poet''s descendants? |
| 41164 | Where are the censorious zealots who can show like deeds? |
| 41164 | Where does he find the nut- brown ale? |
| 41164 | Where is the man in ten millions that, with such errors on one side of the account, can place the same talents and virtues on the other? |
| 41164 | Who can say, after this, that glass is frail, when it is not half so perishable as human beauty or glory? |
| 41164 | Who in future days will not pray that he might have been as one of these? |
| 41164 | Who in the public breach devoted stood, And for his country''s cause been prodigal of blood? |
| 41164 | Who shall say that because Chaucer casually mentions only one son, that he might not have half a dozen? |
| 41164 | Who shall say that with a nature equally igneous and combustible, his delinquencies would not be far greater? |
| 41164 | Who shall say what misfortunes may have visited his old age? |
| 41164 | Who then had scorned his care for others''good? |
| 41164 | Who then had toiled rapacious men to tame? |
| 41164 | Who would now willingly wade through pages of such doggerel as this? |
| 41164 | Why doth she my advowson fly, Incumbency? |
| 41164 | Why should that house-- just that house and its family, be destined to produce great Quakers, ending in great walkers and great brewers? |
| 41164 | Why, drooping, seek the dark recess? |
| 41164 | Will our very philosophical utilitarian tell us why this should be? |
| 41164 | With what feelings is truth to open its eyes upon this world, among the most respectable of our mere party gentry? |
| 41164 | Would any feelings but those of wonder and curiosity be excited? |
| 41164 | _ 1st Man._"But Coila is well drawn, is not she? |
| 41164 | _ 3d Man._"Why, where is the button?" |
| 41164 | _ Self._"How mixed?" |
| 41164 | _ Self._"How was that?" |
| 41164 | _ Self._"Very good? |
| 41164 | all this for a song?" |
| 41164 | and if they were found not to have, indeed, dug them out of the rubbish of the ruined temple of antiquity, were they not_ their own_? |
| 41164 | and marched away without helping him-- did not these proceed from the same mind? |
| 41164 | and the swilling of mere herds of literary swine? |
| 41164 | and who shall again repeat the stale sophism that unkind criticism never extinguished genuine poetry? |
| 41164 | are you there? |
| 41164 | but,"said Goldsmith,"how many of these would reach to the moon?" |
| 41164 | can you then thus waste in shameful wise Your few important days of trial here? |
| 41164 | did you never hear? |
| 41164 | does Mr. Tighe think I am come all the way from England to see his grounds, when ten thousand country squires could show much finer? |
| 41164 | exclaimed the bishop,''is that the hawthorn bush? |
| 41164 | he did no bad actions that I ever heard of, but, on the contrary, he was uncommonly good to the poor; but then--""But then, what?" |
| 41164 | his Civil Power in Ecclesiastical Cases? |
| 41164 | his State Letters, written at the command of Cromwell and the Parliament? |
| 41164 | his Tenure of Kings and Magistrates? |
| 41164 | his Treatise on the Means of Removing Hirelings out of the Church? |
| 41164 | his_ Defensio Populi_? |
| 41164 | his_ Defensio Secunda_? |
| 41164 | his_ Eiconoclastes_? |
| 41164 | inquired the astonished Irishman; and his ragged friends instantly pressed round him with,''Where is the hamper, Paddy?'' |
| 41164 | said I,"are you not the squire here? |
| 41164 | was that all?" |
| 41164 | what bad actions did he do?" |
| 41164 | why should he not have been able to go there as the honest British farmer, and not as the exciseman? |
| 45887 | ''Think you, mid all this mighty sum Of things forever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking? 45887 ''Where are your books? |
| 45887 | A great man, did he say? 45887 A poet?" |
| 45887 | And, indeed,asked he, very gravely,"what may be your object in making this inquiry?" |
| 45887 | As if but yesterday departed, Thou, too, art gone before; yet why For ripe fruit, seasonably gathered, Should frail survivors heave a sigh? 45887 Ay, but what farmhouse, that''s the thing? |
| 45887 | But you know what a ballad singer is? |
| 45887 | Can I but relive in sadness? 45887 Can there be any doubt,"we asked,"that Scott is the author of Waverley?" |
| 45887 | 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? 45887 Could he tell us of any other part of the city where Campbell had lived?" |
| 45887 | Could it possibly be any body else? |
| 45887 | D''ye think so? |
| 45887 | Did she seem quite well here? |
| 45887 | Did you see that? |
| 45887 | Do n''t you know what a poet is? |
| 45887 | Do you know what that is? |
| 45887 | Do you think,said the general,"you can run a Frenchman through the body?" |
| 45887 | Have those horrible reports,she eagerly inquired,"got into the papers, Miss Roberts?" |
| 45887 | How do you like it? 45887 In what house?" |
| 45887 | Is that a linden? 45887 Is that an inn?" |
| 45887 | Lives there a reptile baser than the slave? 45887 Oh, I have been puzzling my brain to invent a new sleeve; pray how do you like it?" |
| 45887 | Shall men for whom our age Unbaffled powers of vision hath prepared, To explore the world without, and world within, Be joyless as the blind? 45887 Silas, was n''t he a Cornish man? |
| 45887 | Spirit all- limitless, Where is thy dwelling- place? 45887 Well, but has not Mr. Wordsworth written against the railroads?" |
| 45887 | Well, what did the man say? |
| 45887 | What are your Sir Robert Peels, your Grahams, and your Stanleys good for, if they can not stop the steam? |
| 45887 | What could the bonny girl mean by being so urgent that I should take some of her whisky? |
| 45887 | What do you come here for? |
| 45887 | What, then, have you been doing with yourself this last month? |
| 45887 | Who could forgive this? 45887 Who in the world could ever cut down a linden, or dare, in his senses, to break a twig off one? |
| 45887 | Who is it?--Did he give his name? |
| 45887 | Who is that? 45887 Why art thou so far from me, O my Lord? |
| 45887 | Why should he not? |
| 45887 | Why, who is that? |
| 45887 | Why, who the d--- l are you? |
| 45887 | With what arms will ye surprise Knowledge of the million eyes? 45887 Yet I, whose lids from infant slumbers Were earlier raised, remain to hear A timid voice that asks in whispers,''Who next will drop and disappear?'' |
| 45887 | _ Marvel._--What wants them more? 45887 ''Boy,''said the stranger,''wilt thou hold my steed, Till I walk round the corner of that mere? 45887 ''Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been? 45887 ''Who sought''st to wreck my mortal ark? 45887 ''Why not set forth if I should do This rashness,[6] that which might ensue With this old soul in organs new? 45887 --Is it_ very_ rusty, sir?" |
| 45887 | All honor to every man who fought in the good fight, but what honor should be shown to him who began it? |
| 45887 | And if he wanted more income, had not he his pen, and was not he very popular with the periodicals? |
| 45887 | And must she wake that poor o''erlabored youth? |
| 45887 | And these roses, the fairest that ever were seen? |
| 45887 | And what avails Renown, if their presumption makes them such? |
| 45887 | And what, then, is the fundamental philosophy of Wordsworth? |
| 45887 | And what_ will_ all those navies do when the railways are all made? |
| 45887 | And whence arises this? |
| 45887 | And why dedicate an orchard to his deceased parents? |
| 45887 | Another, tottering with disease, ejaculated,"Can you tell, Silas, how many rose from the ranks?" |
| 45887 | Are authors now what authors were in the days of Grub- street? |
| 45887 | Are they, too, dedicated to his best of parents, or only to his poor brethren of mankind? |
| 45887 | Are we then come to this? |
| 45887 | But Achilles and Ajax, says some one, what do they here? |
| 45887 | But are our spirits humbled? |
| 45887 | But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no care at all? |
| 45887 | But what a scene was there? |
| 45887 | But what care all sensible people what a man''s origin was, so that his career was honorable? |
| 45887 | But what was the fact? |
| 45887 | But where is the poet, who used here to live, and there to wander and think? |
| 45887 | Can I the seats of wealth and want explore, And lengthen out my lays from door to door?" |
| 45887 | Can measured lines these various buildings show, The Town- Hall Turning, or the Prospect Row? |
| 45887 | Can she stop the steam, eh? |
| 45887 | Can there be a doubt that he did so with Sheridan and Moore? |
| 45887 | Cast the spell of his enchantment upon every stream? |
| 45887 | Could he, who sung so well the Grecian Fleet, So well have sung of Alley, Lane, or Street? |
| 45887 | Did there yet want any thing? |
| 45887 | Did you feel the shot? |
| 45887 | Do they mean that she can stop steam? |
| 45887 | Do you call it playing, to be unhappy if you can not be a robber, happy if you can be one? |
| 45887 | Do you call it playing, to plunder your guests and overreach your friends? |
| 45887 | Do you want to weep over distress? |
| 45887 | Do you wish for a sensation? |
| 45887 | Does not that look very much like hypocrisy?" |
| 45887 | Dost thou write one thing and think another? |
| 45887 | Drawing near, he thus accosted Coleridge,"I say, young man, did you meet a_ tailor_ on the road?" |
| 45887 | Eh? |
| 45887 | Every gate is thronged with suitors, all the markets overflow, I have but an angry fancy,--what is that which I should do? |
| 45887 | For why, good Lord? |
| 45887 | Has he, like Wordsworth, woven his verse into almost every crevice of every rock? |
| 45887 | Have n''t I bought the wool all over this country these twenty years? |
| 45887 | He asks, Shall our great discoverers obtain less from sense and reason than these obtained? |
| 45887 | He limns England as it was, and as it is; and asks the aristocratic and the millocrat if they are not ashamed of their deeds? |
| 45887 | His peers, they scorn?--high dames, they shun him? |
| 45887 | How can a mortal deem, how it may be, That being can ne''er be but present with thee? |
| 45887 | How constantly do we see this effect in life, but where ever has it been, and in so few words, so fully expressed? |
| 45887 | How did the reality agree with this fairy sketch? |
| 45887 | How long was it since Miss Edgeworth sat by the little water- fall in the Rhymer''s glen, and gave her name to the stone on which she was seated? |
| 45887 | I admire Wordsworth, as who does not, whatever they may pretend? |
| 45887 | I exclaimed,"not know where your celebrated cousin was born?" |
| 45887 | I know not my own being, how can I thine? |
| 45887 | I wept, and always thought with myself, what is to hinder me from succeeding Burns? |
| 45887 | If Elliott had chanced to die before Bowring had chanced to visit Sheffield-- what then? |
| 45887 | If they do not blush at their philosophy; if they do not recoil from these scenes of woe, and crime, and ferocity, that they have created? |
| 45887 | In what favorite scene has he not introduced the wind- flower? |
| 45887 | Is it any wonder that the parents of these people took Coleridge for a spy, and Wordsworth for a dark traitor? |
| 45887 | Is it not a glen most glen- icular? |
| 45887 | Is it the same man you mean, think you?" |
| 45887 | Is it true that thou knewest me befere I was born? |
| 45887 | Is it true that thou sawest me ere I saw the morn? |
| 45887 | Is this the scale of topic, and is this the tone to which we are reduced in this generation? |
| 45887 | Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?'' |
| 45887 | Liar-- betrayer-- false as cruel, What is the doom for his dastard sin? |
| 45887 | Made the hills, the waters, the hamlets, and the people, part and parcel of his life and his fame? |
| 45887 | Mated with a squalid savage-- what to me were sun or clime? |
| 45887 | Not less so the portraiture of the age:--"What is that which I should turn to, lighting upon days like these? |
| 45887 | On this, Mr. Blanchard says, very innocently, how then could she possibly have got it? |
| 45887 | One instantly asks-- where was Sir Walter''s taste? |
| 45887 | Open an account? |
| 45887 | Poets? |
| 45887 | Quere? |
| 45887 | See, there now is a man just gone, that will be a name these five hundred years hence; yet what does he come to me for? |
| 45887 | Shall the cypress of Soma be without a rival? |
| 45887 | Should n''t you like to live in the house over the way, where the doves are? |
| 45887 | Sir Walter Scott? |
| 45887 | So let her in calm oblivion lie; While the world runs merry as heretofore? |
| 45887 | So much for the poetry, but still where is the poet? |
| 45887 | Stop a moment; how shall we climb over these two enormous pines? |
| 45887 | Such men, who that has spent his youth in the country, has not known, and has not loved? |
| 45887 | Such seemed the whisper at my side:''What is it thou knowest, sweet voice?'' |
| 45887 | Tennant the author of Anster Fair? |
| 45887 | That bonny snood o''the birk sae green? |
| 45887 | That he loved the lakes and mountains around, there can be no question; but has he linked his poetry with them? |
| 45887 | That nature must live in the light of thine eye? |
| 45887 | The Cossack and the Bohemian-- did they not also carry away from it to their far- off lands tokens of their veneration? |
| 45887 | The bricklayers? |
| 45887 | The next question was,"How would you like to have them furnished?" |
| 45887 | The old man, looking at him attentively, asked him if he had been in bed? |
| 45887 | The''_ Where are they?_''was too bad. |
| 45887 | There, dost thou see him, blue and shivering, stand, And lift at thee his little, threatening hand? |
| 45887 | They attack old and bloody prejudices, and are asked if they are wiser than any one else? |
| 45887 | To such a tribute, what can be added? |
| 45887 | Were they so excessively fond of apples? |
| 45887 | What could they be after there? |
| 45887 | What does not the world owe to noble- minded women in this respect? |
| 45887 | What does the fellow mean?--Where are they?'' |
| 45887 | What ears now are intent to hear of this vaunted boon of this great and good king''s visit sung by this paid poet, the pious Southey? |
| 45887 | What else could they be going all that way for, to look at"the green sea,"and at great"valleys of stones?" |
| 45887 | What had the Irish to bless this king for? |
| 45887 | What has Locke to do in the chapter- house of a set of ancient friars? |
| 45887 | What has all the society of ordinary city and literary life to equal that? |
| 45887 | What has one learned? |
| 45887 | What is it? |
| 45887 | What is mightier than the wise? |
| 45887 | What is this? |
| 45887 | What long- drawn tube transports the gazer home, Kindling with stars at noon the ethereal dome? |
| 45887 | What mind can embody thy presence divine? |
| 45887 | What of the perpetual creed of L. E. L., that all affection brings woe and death? |
| 45887 | What says Wordsworth? |
| 45887 | What was Peter Bell to a comicalist?" |
| 45887 | What were they but prose amplifications of his Lady of the Lake, his Marmion, and his Lord of the Isles? |
| 45887 | What''s that? |
| 45887 | What, with their animadversions, can they do like this?" |
| 45887 | What_ is_ to become of the poor boatmen when there are nothing but steamers?" |
| 45887 | Whence comes it? |
| 45887 | Where gat ye that joup o''the lily scheen? |
| 45887 | Where is his friend Poole? |
| 45887 | Where was the judgment which guided him in describing Di Vernon, Flora MacIvor, or Rebecca? |
| 45887 | Where would now be the fame of the Corn- Law Rhymer? |
| 45887 | Which version of this story is the more correct, who shall decide? |
| 45887 | Who are they that have ruined trade, made bread dear, made murder wholesale, put poverty into prison, and made crimes of ignorance and misery? |
| 45887 | Who bids her soul with conscious triumph swell? |
| 45887 | Who cares a button for the ancestors of Byron, of Milton, of Shakspeare, of Goëthe, or of Schiller? |
| 45887 | Who guides the patient pilgrim to her cell? |
| 45887 | Who shall say, after this, that Alfred Tennyson wants power? |
| 45887 | Who, that has ever been into a cloth- weaving district, does not see the place and people? |
| 45887 | Why not satisfy himself with some rational monument? |
| 45887 | Why should I require so many more comforts than the bulk of my fellow- creatures can get? |
| 45887 | Why, Montesinos, with these books, and the delight you take in their constant society, what have you to covet or desire more?'' |
| 45887 | Why? |
| 45887 | With conscious truth retrace the mazy clew Of summer scents, that charmed her as she flew? |
| 45887 | Yet why should he? |
| 45887 | You may hear his voice, but where is the man? |
| 45887 | _ Southey''s Ode on the King''s Visit to Ireland._ Who would not have believed that this was some virtuous monarch, the father of his people? |
| 45887 | a confronting of two leafy banks, with a rivulet between? |
| 45887 | and what do not women owe to the world and themselves in the consciousness of the possession of this authority? |
| 45887 | and yet you come to see the house; and perhaps you have come a good way?" |
| 45887 | art thou a man, Or but a wandering voice?" |
| 45887 | as I met her the other day walking along the muddy road below here--''Is it a woman, or a man, or what sort of an animal is it?'' |
| 45887 | can she, think you? |
| 45887 | can ye be base? |
| 45887 | could all the clever turnkeys of York Castle, for fifty years almost to a day, have been showing a wrong room to thousands of visitors? |
| 45887 | do they? |
| 45887 | exclaimed a grave Quaker, who stood near--"why, dost thou make a difference between what is professional and what is real? |
| 45887 | exclaimed a young, sentimental man,"you who have written so many volumes of poetry upon it?" |
| 45887 | hath he virtues too? |
| 45887 | have you bitterns here?" |
| 45887 | how should you? |
| 45887 | is Tennant dead then?" |
| 45887 | is it not a public- house even?" |
| 45887 | my dear, what must I call you?--Miss Landon, or who?" |
| 45887 | oh where do thy wonders end?" |
| 45887 | said Coleridge.--"Will you sell him?" |
| 45887 | said Middleton,"See what?" |
| 45887 | said the officer,"old Faustus ground young again?" |
| 45887 | shall Frenchmen scorn a race Born in Hampden''s dwelling- place? |
| 45887 | what do you want?" |
| 45887 | what is that?" |
| 45887 | what weight? |
| 45887 | what, on purpose?" |
| 45887 | why hidest thou thy face? |
| 45887 | why not? |