Questions

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
15313	3--T. Hanmer''s(?)
15313	And why do you abuse me?
15313	And why may n''t an Epick be as short as a Tragick Poem?
15313	As, Who will tell me what Hamlet''s natural Temper was?
15313	As_ What gar''s thee Greet?_ For,_ What makes thee Grieve?_ How Harsh and Grating is the Sound of_ SPENCER_''s two Words, But Instances were endless.
15313	As_ What gar''s thee Greet?_ For,_ What makes thee Grieve?_ How Harsh and Grating is the Sound of_ SPENCER_''s two Words, But Instances were endless.
15313	But in order to raise that most delightful Passion, should not the Reader be first prepossess''d in favour of the Party dead?
15313	Can I pity a Person because deceas''d, without knowing any thing of his while alive?
15313	Dost thou in Conscience think, tell me_ Emilia,_ That there be Women do abuse their Husbands, In such gross kind_?
15313	If then I have settled one in my Mind, as sublime, How shall I conceive the other as such?
15313	Now if even the warmest Kinds of Poetry delight in Female Personages, How much more Pastoral, which is all Tenderness and Simplicity?
15313	Now what is this but imaging almost every thing, or turning as many Thoughts as possible into Images?
15313	The Method has been approv''d of in all Ages even in Epick Poetry and Tragedy, and should we go now to defend it in Pastoral?
15313	What have I done?
15313	What is the Length by Nature fix''d for all Pieces?
15313	What makes the finess of these Lines else?
15313	Will you not do some rash And horrid Mischief?
15313	_ But when I''ve told you, will you keep your Fury Within it''s bound?
15313	_ I will be calm; but has_ Castalio_ wrong''d thee?_ Mon.)
15313	_ Mine Eyes do itch, doth that boad Weeping?_ Emil.)
15313	_ Prithee, why dost talk so?_ Mon.)
15313	_ What?_ Mon.)
14495	3--T. Hanmer''s(?)
14495	But if this be so, what will become of_ Macrobius, Georgius Valla, Julius Scaliger, Vossius,_ and the whole company of Grammarians?
14495	Cruel_ Alexis_ ca n''t my Verses move?
14495	For what is more hard than to be always in the_ Country_, and yet never to be_ Clownish_?
14495	Hast thou no Pitty?
14495	How short is that?
14495	Lullus_ says it hath been done,) should we therefore reckon that divine and incomparable Master of_ Heroick_ Poetry amongst the_ Lyricks_?
14495	Thus in_ Daphnis_, Did not You Streams, and Hazels, hear the Nymphs?
14495	What shall I say of_ Virgil_?
14495	When are we like to meet?
14495	how concise?
14495	how great his disquiets?
14495	how troublesome his Marches?
14495	to make every thing_ sweet_, yet never_ satiate_?
14495	to pipe on a_ slender_ Reed, and yet keep the sound from being_ harsh_, and_ squeaking_?
14495	to sing of_ mean_, and_ trivial_ matters,{ 52} yet not_ trivially_, and_ meanly_?
14495	what fears and hopes distracted his designs?
1418	Some speak of Alexander, And some of Hercules, But where are there any like Nancy and Jenny, Where are there any like these?
1418	A carven tooth, a box with a key--"Nancy"God be praised you are back,"says she,"Have you nothing more for your Nancy?"
1418	A song?
1418	And Jesus said,"A riddle Answer if you can, Was man made for the Sabbath Or Sabbath made for man?"
1418	And what of home-- how goes it, boys, While we die here in stench and noise?
1418	Balow lalow or Hey derry down, Or else what might you fancy?
1418	Can I find True- Love a gift In this dark hour to restore her, When body''s vessel breaks adrift, When hope and beauty fade before her?
1418	Could you but now foretell the day, Johnny, when this sad thing must be, When light and gay you''ll turn away And laugh and break the heart in me?
1418	Cried it so sweet that unseen bird?
1418	Dicky, are you ailing?
1418	Do I love you, Mary?
1418	Do flowers and butterflies belong To a blind December?
1418	Edward"Safe and home from the Indian Sea, And nothing to take your fancy?"
1418	Father Have you spent the money I gave you to- day?
1418	Has the chill night numbed you?
1418	Henry, Henry, do you love me, Do you love me truly?
1418	Henry, Henry, do you love me?
1418	Henry, Henry, why do you love me?
1418	How sang the others all around?
1418	Is it fright you have taken?
1418	Is there any song sweet enough For Nancy and for Jenny?
1418	John I''ll lie no more to you, father, what is the need?
1418	Johnny, sweetheart, can you be true To all those famous vows you''ve made, Will you love me as I love you Until we both in earth are laid?
1418	Mary That cupboard, dearest mother, With shining crystal handles?
1418	Mary Which cupboard, mother dear?
1418	Mary Which cupboard, mother mine?
1418	Mary White clothes for an unborn baby, mother, But what''s the truth to you?
1418	Mother Alice, dear, what ails you, Dazed and white and shaken?
1418	Mother Do not sigh or fear, Dicky, How is it right To grudge the dead their ghostly dark And wan moonlight?
1418	Mother Sweet, my dear, what ails you?
1418	Mother What''s in that cupboard, Mary?
1418	Mother What''s in that cupboard, Mary?
1418	Mother What''s in that cupboard, Mary?
1418	Nancy"Edward back from the Indian Sea, What have you brought for Nancy?"
1418	Nancy"God be praised you are back,"said she,"Have you nothing better for Nancy?"
1418	Oh, Mary, must I say again My love''s a pain, A torment most unruly?
1418	Sing baloo loo for Jenny And where is she gone?
1418	Sing to you?
1418	Tell the truth now, John, ere the falsehood swell, Say, where have you been?
1418	The ship that took my Dick from me Sixty years ago Drifted back from the utmost west With the ocean''s flow?
1418	Then one old woman looked and wept"The''Alice Jean''?
1418	Torn out again by a sudden storm Is it the''Jean'', you think?"
1418	What laughter or what song Can this house remember?
1418	What, madmen?
1418	Where is the daughter of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Mistress Jenny this hot summer weather?
1418	Where is the grey goat of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of pretty Nanny this hot summer weather?
1418	Where is the landlord of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Master Straddler this hot summer weather?
1418	Where is the ostler of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of Willy Jakeman this hot summer weather?
1418	Where is the page boy of old Hawk and Buckle, And what of our young Charlie this hot summer weather?
1418	Who knows a tune so soft, so strong, So pitiful as that"Saucepan"song For exiled hope, despaired desire Of lost souls for their cottage fire?
1418	Who was it said,"I love you"?
1418	Whose leaves do shake and vary, From white to green And back again, Shifting and contrary?
1418	says she,"Have you nothing better for Nancy?"
574	And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? 574 Does spring hide its joy, When buds and blossoms grow?
574	Sweet sleep, come to me Underneath this tree; Do father, mother, weep? 574 Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away?
574	Where are thy father and mother? 574 Am not I A fly like thee? 574 And not sit both night and day, Wiping all our tears away? 574 And so many children poor? 574 And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 574 And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? 574 Are such thing done on Albion''s shore? 574 Art thou a Worm? 574 Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow''s share? 574 Can I see another''s grief, And not seek for kind relief? 574 Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? 574 Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? 574 Can delight, Chained in night, The virgins of youth and morning bear? 574 Can it be a song of joy? 574 Did he who made the lamb make thee? 574 Does the sower Sow by night, Or the plowman in darkness plough? 574 Dost thou O little cloud? 574 Dost thou know who made thee? 574 HOLY THURSDAY Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land,-- Babes reduced to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? 574 How can Lyca sleep If her mother weep? 574 How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring? 574 How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? 574 I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf; Ah weep not little voice, thou can''st not speak, but thou can''st weep: Is this a Worm? 574 In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 574 In what furnace was thy brain? 574 Is that trembling cry a song? 574 Little Lamb, who made thee? 574 ON ANOTHER''S SORROW Can I see another''s woe, And not be in sorrow too? 574 On what wings dare he aspire? 574 Or Love in a golden bowl? 574 Or art not thou A man like me? 574 Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy, Or bless the mellowing year, When the blasts of winter appear? 574 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole: Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 574 Pitying, I dropped a tear: But I saw a glow- worm near, Who replied,What wailing wight Calls the watchman of the night?
574	THE LITTLE BOY LOST"Father, father, where are you going?
574	THE TYGER Tyger, tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
574	TO TIRZAH Whate''er is born of mortal birth Must be consumed with the earth, To rise from generation free: Then what have I to do with thee?
574	The death of Jesus set me free: Then what have I to do with thee?
574	Tyger, tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
574	What can it mean?
574	What shall I call thee?
574	What the anvil?
574	What the hammer?
574	What the hand dare seize the fire?
574	When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see?
574	Where can Lyca sleep?
574	Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling& affright Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy?
574	Why a Tongue impress''d with honey from every wind?
574	Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?
574	Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in?
574	Why can not the Ear be closed to its own destruction?
574	Why fade these children of the spring?
574	William Blake''s THE BOOK of THEL THEL''S Motto Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
574	do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh?
574	image of weakness, art thou but a Worm?
574	what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
574	what the chain?
574	why fades the lotus of the water?
424	She gave consent,you say?
424	( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
424	( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
424	( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
424	( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
424	A Prayer to All the Dead Among Mine Own People Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven?
424	And must he be belauded by the smirched, The sleek, uncanny chiefs in lies grown old?
424	And what if my body die Before I meet the truth?
424	Are these your hands upon my wounded soul?
424	Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
424	Big- voiced lasses made their banjos bang, Tranced, fanatical they shrieked and sang:--"Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?"
424	Booth led boldly with his big bass drum--( Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
424	But must the Senator from Illinois Be vindicated by fat kings of gold?
424	Can murmurs of the worms arise To higher hearts than mine?
424	Did you dare to make the songs Vanquished workmen need?
424	Did you waste much money To deck a leper''s feast?
424	Do you say"She gave consent: Life drunk, she was content With beasts that her fire could please?"
424	Eyes so strained and eager To see what you might see?
424	Ghosts in Love"Tell me, where do ghosts in love Find their bridal veils?"
424	Good tailors, can you dress a doll for me With silks that whisper of the sounding sea?
424	Heart of God O great heart of God, Once vague and lost to me, Why do I throb with your throb to- night, In this land, eternity?
424	How did I reach your feet?
424	I asked her,"Is Aladdin''s lamp Hidden anywhere?"
424	I asked,"How came this place Of antique Asian grace Amid our callow race In Illinois?"
424	I wonder if that gardener hears Who made the mold all fine And packed each gentle seedling down So carefully in line?
424	I wonder if the gardener heard The rose that told him so?
424	Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this loud clown, The darling of the glad and gaping town?
424	Love the truth, defy the crowd Scandalize the priest?
424	Mystic, ardent, dowered with beauty, Singing where still waters dwell?
424	Of banks where hell''s money is paid And Pharisees all afraid Of pandars that help them sin?
424	Of sellers of drink who play The game for the extra pay?
424	Of statesmen in league with all Who hope for the girl- child''s fall?
424	On the Road to Nowhere On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father''s house With your cheeks aglow?
424	On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow?
424	Say, is my prophecy too fair and far?
424	The Empty Boats Why do I see these empty boats, sailing on airy seas?
424	The Queen of Bubbles[ Written for a picture] The Youth speaks:--"Why do you seek the sun In your bubble- crown ascending?
424	The issue, can we know?
424	This brazen gutter idol, reared to power Upon a leering pyramid of lies?
424	To the United States Senate[ Revelation 16: Verses 16- 19] And must the Senator from Illinois Be this squat thing, with blinking, half- closed eyes?
424	Were the tramp- days knightly, True sowing of wild seed?
424	Were you thief or were you fool Or most nobly free?
424	What did it mean?
424	What is the final ending?
424	What of the rose''s prayer?
424	What right have you to call them yours, And in brute lust of riches burn Without some radiant penance wrought, Some beautiful, devout return?
424	What shall be said of a state Where traps for the white brides wait?
424	When will our wrath begin?
424	When will they make a path of beauty clear Between our riches and our liberty?
424	When will they make our dusty streets their goal, Within our attics hide their sacred tears?
424	When will they start our vulgar blood athrill With living language, words that set us free?
424	Where are those lovers of yours, on what name do they call The lost, that in armies wept over your funeral pall?
424	Where is David, ruddy shepherd, God''s boy- king for Israel?
424	Where is David, the Next King of Israel?
424	Where is David?
424	Who can pass a village church By night in these clean prairie lands Without a touch of Spirit- power?
424	Why are they not inspired, aflame?
424	Why should I feel the sobbing, the secrecy, the glory, This comforter, this fitful wind divine?
424	Why should I-- at the end Hold out half- frozen hands Dumbly to you my friend?
424	Will Christ outlive Mohammed?
424	Will Kali''s altar go?
1246	''Well, am I late?''
1246	''What are you thinking of?''.
1246	--''But what when I am dead?''
1246	A lock of hair?
1246	Along what sunlit walls, what peopled street?
1246	An eyelash from his eye?
1246	And after that, when would she dare again?
1246	And if he did n''t, but asked her''What''s the matter?''
1246	And if they asked her why, what would she say?
1246	And then-- what poison would she dare to ask for?
1246	And this soft mouth that darkly meets my mouth, Is this the soft mouth I knew?
1246	And what of yesterday?
1246	And what would he do-- even suppose she told him?
1246	Are you still doubtful of me-- hesitant still, Fearful, perhaps, that I may yet remember What you would gladly, if you could, forget?
1246	Are you the man I knew, or have you altered?
1246	Because he would not need it?
1246	Beloved, beloved, What was the word you said?
1246	Beloved, whose voice was this that cried?
1246	But is the world so dark?
1246	But this is not: for why should we be seeking, Why should we bring this need to seek for beauty, To lift our minds, if there were only dust?
1246	But was it just by accident, I wonder, She played this tune?--Or what, then, was intended?
1246	But why comes death,--he asks,--in a world so perfect?
1246	CONVERSATION: UNDERTONES What shall we talk of?
1246	Did she, then, make the choice, and step out bravely From sound to silence-- close, herself, those windows?
1246	Did someone draw them here before we came?
1246	Did you bear a name?
1246	Did you once love me?
1246	Did you once stand before me without shame?
1246	Does no one know her?
1246	For all the days hereafter What have we saved-- what news, what tune, what play?
1246	For household news-- what have you heard, I wonder?
1246	Have I not seen you, have we not met before Here on this sun- and- sea- wrecked shore?
1246	Have these things meaning?
1246	Have we not heard that cry before?
1246	Have we seen all, I wonder, in these chambers-- Or is there yet some gorgeous vault, arched low, Where sleeps an amazing beauty we do not know?
1246	He eyes me sidelong Wondering''Is he such a fool as this?
1246	Hokusai?
1246	How can we face these dazzling things, I ask you?
1246	How could I find it in my heart to hurt you, You, whom this love could hurt much more than I?
1246	How could she say it?
1246	How do you know the medium did n''t fool you?
1246	How many others like ourselves, this instant, Mark the pendulum swinging against the wall?
1246	How many others, laughing, sip their coffee-- Or stare at mirrors, and do not talk at all?
1246	How many others, like ourselves, this instant, See how the great world wizens, and are wise?
1246	How shall I ever again be whole, By what dark waters shall I be healed?''
1246	How shall I ever escape this mesh Or be from my lover''s body removed?''
1246	How shall we live to- night, where shall we turn?
1246	How shall we live tonight?
1246	How should I know-- how should I now remember-- What half- dreamed great wings curved and sang above me?
1246	How would it end?
1246	I. CLAIRVOYANT''This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-- or something He knew, was fond of?
1246	If this were all-- what were the use, you ask?
1246	Is he well and happy?
1246	Is it failure To spend your blood like this?
1246	Is this you?
1246	Is this you?
1246	Li Po?
1246	Lured out to what?
1246	Must one return to the lifeless walls of a city Whose soul is charred by fire?
1246	Old age-- far off-- her death-- what do they matter?
1246	Or is it rather Our own brute minds,--in which we hurry, trembling, Through streets as yet unlighted?
1246	Or is that last so trivial?
1246	Or only mocking?''
1246	Or the far tolling of that tower?
1246	Or was it true, instead, That darkness moved,--for once,--and so possessed her?
1246	Or was this in her mind?
1246	Or why the minute''s grey in the golden hour?
1246	Or would he not?
1246	Or would you see more clearly If I should say''My second wife grows tedious, Or, like gay tulip, keeps no perfumed secret''?
1246	Or''one day dies eventless as another, Leaving the seeker still unsatisfied, And more convinced life yields no satisfaction''?
1246	Prelude to what gigantic music, or subtle?
1246	So says the tune to him-- but what to me?
1246	So says the tune to you-- but what to me?
1246	Staring with wide eyes at the sky?
1246	THE SCREEN MAIDEN You read-- what is it, then that you are reading?
1246	The bough he broke-- Was it the snapping bough that spoke?
1246	The eyes, half- turned aside?
1246	The jade ring on her wrist, still almost swinging?
1246	The one who always danced in golden slippers-- And had I danced with her,--upon this music?
1246	The poet-- what was his name--?
1246	Then she could see how, suddenly, he would sober, His eyes would darken, he''d look so terrifying-- He always did-- and what could she do but cry?
1246	These brains of ours-- these delicate spinal clusters-- Have limits: why not learn them, learn their cravings?
1246	Through what dark forest came her feet?
1246	To what new light or darkness yearn?
1246	To what new light or darkness yearn?
1246	To- morrow-- what?
1246	V. THE BITTER LOVE- SONG No, I shall not say why it is that I love you-- Why do you ask me, save for vanity?
1246	Was forty, then, too old for work like this?
1246	Was it all a dream?
1246	Was it all a dream?
1246	Was it symbolic of the woman''s weakness That she could neither break it-- nor conclude?
1246	Was it the blue- eyed lady?
1246	Was it the quiet mouth, restrained a little?
1246	Was it you who sang them?
1246	Was it you?
1246	Was no one with her when she fell?
1246	Was there a stillness in this hair,-- A quiet in these hands?
1246	What are the worlds I see?
1246	What darkness does it spring from, seek to end?
1246	What did he have-- blue eyes and golden hair?
1246	What did he tell you?
1246	What did they mean?
1246	What did we build it for?
1246	What did we build it for?
1246	What do the strange words mean?
1246	What do you know of me, or I of you?
1246	What do you tell me?
1246	What do you whisper, brother?
1246	What does it mean?
1246	What eyes with the dread night in them?
1246	What flute shrills out as moonlight strikes the floor?
1246	What have we done?
1246	What have you got in an envelope, old lady?
1246	What hint of beauty?
1246	What music moves so silently in your mind?
1246	What secret dusty chamber was it hinting?
1246	What shapes fantastic, terrible dreams?
1246	What sinister threat of power?
1246	What sudden drums keep time To the ecstatic rhythm of my crime?
1246	What to the waiter, as he pours your coffee, The violinist who suavely draws his bow?
1246	What violin so faintly cries Seeing how strangely in the moon he lies?
1246	What was her name?
1246	What was this dream we had, a dream of music, Music that rose from the opening earth like magic And shook its beauty upon us and died away?
1246	What wings like swords?
1246	What would he say?
1246	What''s death-- what''s death?
1246	What''s new?
1246	What''s old?
1246	What, then''s, the secret of this ultimate chamber-- Or innermost, rather?
1246	Where are the breasts, the scarlet wings?
1246	Where are you going?
1246	Where are you?
1246	Where had she walked that morning?
1246	Where have I heard these words?
1246	Where have we been?
1246	Where have you been, old lady?
1246	Where have you been, old lady?
1246	Where is it that you lead us?
1246	Where is she now?
1246	Where shall we turn?
1246	Where was his youth?
1246	Where was the dream that burned his brain like fire?
1246	Where was the woman he loved?
1246	Where, then, had I heard it?
1246	Which of the two minds, yours or mine, is sound?
1246	Who are all these, who flow in the veins of the city, Coil and revolve and dream, Vanish or gleam?
1246	Who are these pilgrims, who are these, These three, the one of whom stands upright, While one lies weeping and one of them crawls?
1246	Who is there?
1246	Who makes the more assumption?
1246	Who plays for me?
1246	Who put them there, we wonder?
1246	Whose body have I found beside dark waters, The cold white body, garlanded with sea- weed?
1246	Why did his darkened lover rise from the garden?
1246	Why did they come to mind?
1246	Why do you hide your face?
1246	Why had you gone?
1246	Why is this hint repeated?
1246	Why should it be?
1246	Why, then, was it forgotten?
1246	Without conceiving mind?
1246	Would he return to- morrow?
1246	You do n''t think you will find him when you''re dead?
1246	You would not have me say what you know better?
1246	but what''s the hurry?
1246	but who would dare describe them?
1246	in the dark?
1246	or is it pink, to- day?''
1246	such things?
1246	was it I?
1246	well, what?
1246	whence rises this?
1246	where have you been?
1246	with jonquils in them?''