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.
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33930 | Am I right, dearest Helen, in the impression that you are ambitious? 33930 But about his death?" |
33930 | DEAR S----: Have n''t you got anything for me yet? 33930 Then he died from dissipation, after all?" |
33930 | Then you knew something of the poet, Doctor? |
33930 | What are these for? |
33930 | What though that light through storm and night Still trembles from afar? 33930 ''And whose linked sweetness long drawn out is that?'' 33930 After this, who shall undertake to defend Poe from the charge of insincerity and dissimulation? 33930 And Mrs. Clemm? 33930 And who could have imposed upon the dying woman a task such as this, instead of themselves taking the responsibility? 33930 Certainly an extraordinary avowal to be made to the lady''s husband; and we ask ourselves to how many women had he made a similar declaration? 33930 Does this throw any light upon Poe''s pitiful appeal,Urge me to do what is right"? |
33930 | Had I not myself often noted the incongruity of representing the poet as pondering over_ many_ a volume instead of a single one? |
33930 | Had he no premonition that even then a darker shadow than that of the_ Raven_ was hovering over him? |
33930 | How even provide a wedding repast against their arrival? |
33930 | How many could resist the temptation?" |
33930 | How was she to accommodate the fastidious bride of her most inconsiderate son- in- law? |
33930 | I had so often heard this impossible"lining"criticised that when he inquired,"Shall I omit or retain the stanza?" |
33930 | The only question is, Who wrote those letters, and how is it that they were never made public or again heard of? |
33930 | The question now was, what was to be done with the children? |
33930 | Was this the melancholy, morbid,"weird and wholly incomprehensible being"that the world has pictured the author of_ The Raven_? |
33930 | Was this why the marriage was kept secret-- to give time for a proper breaking off of the match with Elizabeth White? |
33930 | What could there be more purely bright Than truth''s day- star?" |
33930 | When one said,''What is the use of carrying around a dying man?'' |
33930 | what did he eat? |
11249 | ''Where are you going?'' 11249 ''You are well acquainted with the place, I presume?'' |
11249 | Have you any sour apples, Deacon? |
11249 | Have you any sweet apples, Deacon? |
11249 | Who can do justice to a moonlight night in such a climate and in such a place? 11249 You say,"he writes,"''Can you hint to me what was the terrible evil which caused the irregularities so profoundly lamented?'' |
11249 | ''Sir,''said Mr. Irving, glad of an escape to his swelling indignation,''do you seize on such a disaster only for a sneer? |
11249 | And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? |
11249 | And the splendor of the Pashas there: What''s their pomp and riches? |
11249 | Can anything be more important and interesting than to know how the mind thinks, how it is inspired with terror or love or a sense of beauty? |
11249 | EDGAR ALLAN POE CHAPTER I THE ARTIST IN WORDS Who has not felt the weird fascination of Poe''s strangely beautiful poem"The Raven"? |
11249 | Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? |
11249 | Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? |
11249 | Have you ever known it, my friend? |
11249 | Have you ever learned to scan poetry? |
11249 | How should he love thee? |
11249 | Irving? |
11249 | Is, then, this petty strife The end and aim of life, All that is worth the living for below? |
11249 | Not long afterward he writes to his friend Loring,"I have written about a hundred lines of my poem(? |
11249 | Twenty- five cents only had been expended thus far-- and was I now to dine for half a dollar? |
11249 | Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying,"Father, who makes it snow?" |
11249 | We ca n''t never choose him o''course-- thet''s flat; Guess we shall hev to come round,( do n''t you?) |
11249 | We knew you child and youth and man, A wonderful fellow to dream and plan, With a great thing always to come,--who knows? |
11249 | What Biglow calls our"English sarse,"Is not_ all_ tarts and bitters, is it? |
11249 | What can compare with the vase of yon alabaster fountain filled with crystal water? |
11249 | What matters the ashes that cover those? |
11249 | Who would employ a_ poet_ to defend his business in a court room? |
11249 | Why is this permitted? |
11249 | Why preyest thou upon the poet''s heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? |
11249 | Wut shall we du? |
11249 | ai nt it terrible? |
11249 | or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jeweled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? |
11249 | said one to another,''he is merry, however, in all his trouble,''"''And what will they do with him?'' |
17389 | Ah? |
17389 | And do you think roaming about the streets at this time of night proper employment for a boy of eleven? 17389 And that I''m going to the University next winter?" |
17389 | And the articles of your creed? |
17389 | And where are you bound-- you and your bag? |
17389 | And who brought me up out of the grave? |
17389 | And whose''linked sweetness long drawn out''is that? |
17389 | Are you ready to tell me the truth? |
17389 | At once, do you mean? |
17389 | But suppose that he is telling the truth, John, and that he has been doing nothing worse than wandering about the streets? 17389 Can immortality regard time? |
17389 | Can you fight? |
17389 | Can you play leap- frog? |
17389 | Card- playing? 17389 Congratulate?" |
17389 | Dat so, Honey? |
17389 | Debts of honor? |
17389 | Did Eddie''s letter come too? |
17389 | Did n''t you know? |
17389 | Did you drop from the clouds? 17389 Did you ever hear crazier rubbish?" |
17389 | Did you know that we are going to move? |
17389 | Did you never feel a sense of glee to find that something you had said or done had shocked someone whose good opinion you should have desired? 17389 Did you never suspect it?" |
17389 | Do n''t you think you''ve punished him enough for this time, John? |
17389 | Do n''t you wish you had waited for him? |
17389 | Do you know Helen Whitman? |
17389 | Do you think his condition serious? |
17389 | Has the soul age, Helen? |
17389 | Helen? |
17389 | How dare you? |
17389 | How did you expect them to hurt me, Uncle Billy? |
17389 | How high can you jump? |
17389 | Is he well? |
17389 | Jack, life is a great schoolmaster, but why does it take so long to drub any sense into these blockheads of ours? |
17389 | Marketable value? |
17389 | Mr. Poe laid up again? |
17389 | Myra, little Myra, do you care like that? |
17389 | Myself? |
17389 | Nowhere? 17389 Oh, Buddie, Buddie,"she cried,"are not our palings beautiful? |
17389 | Oh, John,she cried,"Do n''t you think it amounts to anything for a boy of eighteen to have written and published a book of poetry?" |
17389 | Oh, John,she said breathlessly,"You will have him to come and make us a little visit before he goes to West Point, wo n''t you?" |
17389 | Poetry? 17389 The imp of the perverse?" |
17389 | Then let the friendship go, and be my dear little sweetheart, wo n''t you? 17389 To marry her?" |
17389 | Was I right, Helen, in my first impression of you?--in the impression that you are ambitious? 17389 Was Nat Howard talking about_ him_?" |
17389 | Well, what of Joe Locke? 17389 Were you sick at sea?" |
17389 | What are all these? |
17389 | What can I say? |
17389 | What did you dream? |
17389 | What have you been doing all this time? |
17389 | What have you been eating? |
17389 | What is it? |
17389 | What is it? |
17389 | What is this? 17389 What was it like, Uncle Billy?" |
17389 | What would Catalina say to this solid comfort, Sis? |
17389 | What''s all this? |
17389 | Where did you get it? |
17389 | Where have you been? |
17389 | Where? |
17389 | Who is it, Muddie? |
17389 | Who is''Muddie''? |
17389 | Why indeed? |
17389 | Why should we not be happy here? |
17389 | Will you go swimming with me this evening, Eddie? |
17389 | Will you let_ me_ hit you? |
17389 | Yes, he''s dead is n''t he? |
17389 | You dreamed about mother when you had never seen her? |
17389 | You say that you need help which I might, perhaps, give? |
17389 | _ To move_? |
17389 | ( he asked himself) with whom he had formed a league? |
17389 | ***** Baltimore!-- Why did his way lie through Baltimore? |
17389 | --"Can you box?" |
17389 | --"How old are you?" |
17389 | --"What made you come to this school?" |
17389 | --"Where do you live?" |
17389 | A few weeks? |
17389 | Ah--"What was the matter? |
17389 | Alas, where had been his will that he had so soon forgotten his vow? |
17389 | And what if he could get as far as Baltimore, would he care to go there? |
17389 | And what would her life be without him, to whom had been offered up all her beauty and the stored sweets of her nature? |
17389 | And why should he not be happy? |
17389 | Are these the happy trio who lived for each other only in the Valley of the Many- Colored Grass? |
17389 | At such times Mrs. Allan would say,"Eddie, what are you thinking about?" |
17389 | But toward what part of the world should he turn his face-- to what market take his precious wares? |
17389 | But where was that battle to be fought, and with what weapons? |
17389 | But whither should he go?--whither? |
17389 | But, as been said, why dwell upon the details of that bleak, despairing winter? |
17389 | By what road should he escape? |
17389 | Ca n''t you see that I must teach the boy to make you a better return for your kindness than lying to hide his mischief?" |
17389 | Can that which began never and shall never end consider a few wretched years of its incarnate life? |
17389 | Confession? |
17389 | Could anything be more fitting-- more descriptive? |
17389 | Could it be Eddie?--Alone? |
17389 | Could it be possible that the question asked with that serious face, that quiet respectful air, was intended for a joke? |
17389 | Could it be that God''s highest creation was a more perishable thing than the lifeless work of its own hand? |
17389 | Could it be that he had been two years an exile from these homelike comforts or had it been only one of his dreams? |
17389 | Could there be another such gentle, tender, flower- like woman on earth? |
17389 | Could you not-- did you not, bring news of the wanderer? |
17389 | Did she know of the great light that had shone out of what seemed a sunless sky upon her boy? |
17389 | Did the gleam of those eyes cast alway slightly downward, slightly askance-- give you no discomfort? |
17389 | Did the words of the ancient rite possess any intrinsic power of enchantment undreamed of by the uninitiated? |
17389 | Did you ever know a man addicted to drink to be so immaculately neat as he always is? |
17389 | Did you never, when standing upon some high point, become conscious of an influence irresistibly urging you to cast yourself down? |
17389 | Did you notice his eyes? |
17389 | Do n''t you see, Muddie, that this is just a plot of Neilson''s to separate us? |
17389 | Do n''t you think it an apt name?" |
17389 | Do you mean the boy has been gambling? |
17389 | Do you not perceive that it is my diviner nature-- my spiritual being, that burns and pants to commingle with your own?" |
17389 | Do you remember Elmira Royster? |
17389 | Does you''member Mose whar useter drive de hotel hack?" |
17389 | Dr. Griswold will you ask a blessing?" |
17389 | Finally the mother asked,"Will you go back?" |
17389 | Gone from earth, or holden from mortal vision they assuredly were-- departed-- but dead? |
17389 | Graham, did you never feel like throwing yourself to the devil for no reason at all other than the desire to be perverse? |
17389 | Had he failed to obtain employment? |
17389 | Had he gone further-- to New York, perhaps, or Philadelphia? |
17389 | Had his gift of the gods deserted him? |
17389 | Had she heard her own cause so sweetly championed, her own name so sweetly cleared of opprobrium? |
17389 | Had she, looking out from high Heaven, seen the gracious greeting of the beautiful being who was Madonna and Psyche in one? |
17389 | Has Mrs. Whitman no friend in your knowledge that can faithfully explain Poe to her?" |
17389 | He became more and more convinced that there was a reason,--what was it? |
17389 | He had indeed found the end of the rainbow, but what did it amount to? |
17389 | He that had always looked for signs in the skies, had he not found one? |
17389 | Her home? |
17389 | Her name? |
17389 | His cherished comrade whose beauty, whose purity and innocence, the stored sweets of whose nature were for him alone? |
17389 | His impulse was to run away-- but where could he go? |
17389 | How could I? |
17389 | How could he bear to leave her for even a little while? |
17389 | How could he have so utterly forgotten it? |
17389 | How could he leave her? |
17389 | How could he leave her? |
17389 | How could he plead for a return of his love? |
17389 | How could he refuse them? |
17389 | How indeed, was he to live when the only work he knew how to do had"no marketable value?" |
17389 | How many heads, how many right hands had the man-- his readers asked each other-- that he could turn out such a mass of work of such high order? |
17389 | How was a dreamer to breathe in a boarding- house? |
17389 | How was one of the furtive eye and the black heart of a Rufus Griswold to understand love of woman of which reverence was a chief ingredient? |
17389 | How''s the rheumatiz?" |
17389 | I wonder will we ever dance to old Cy''s fiddle again?" |
17389 | I''m dying of loneliness and the want of somebody to love and to love me-- somebody who understands me-- and you do, do n''t you, Myra, darling?" |
17389 | In what fashion then, could he and his little bride proclaim their secret that would not do violence to their own taste or set a buzz of gossip going? |
17389 | Is there anything more?" |
17389 | It was to be their last walk together for who knew, who could tell how long? |
17389 | Many a time, when he turned that abstracted gaze upon her, she had said to him,"What dat you lookin''at now, Honey? |
17389 | Meantime the following conversation between Edgar and the old"Uncle:""Uncle Billy do you ever see ghosts now- adays?" |
17389 | Might not Dr. Griswold be mistaken? |
17389 | Nothing? |
17389 | Now, Sir, tell me at once, where you have been and what you have been doing?" |
17389 | Of what business of his( he fancied, out of the bitterness of his soul, the world saying) of what business of his was her death? |
17389 | Or so exact in his dealings? |
17389 | Or so refined in manners and speech? |
17389 | She could not live and make a home for them always-- then, what would become of them? |
17389 | Some minutes of tense stillness passed-- then,"Shall I read you her letter?" |
17389 | Still his answer was as bitter as ever,"Oh, well, what does it all amount to? |
17389 | That the impudent fellow could have been quizzing him? |
17389 | The forlorn details of his last visit, his lack of right to cross that threshold uninvited-- what mattered such considerations now? |
17389 | The new poem was unintelligible to the critics-- but what of that? |
17389 | The poetic eyes that looked into hers mellowed, the cynical voice softened:"Do n''t you Myra? |
17389 | Then why should he mind what the world calls poverty?" |
17389 | They were busy with their various avocations and interests-- what room in their hearts and homes could there be for a wanderer like himself? |
17389 | This flame was burned out, he told himself-- why rake its cold ashes? |
17389 | Tremulously she penned her answer to his appeal, but was it Fate again, which caused the letter to miscarry? |
17389 | Was he back in John Allan''s counting house? |
17389 | Was he grateful? |
17389 | Was he ill? |
17389 | Was he in this second Helen, in this second garden, to find again the worshipped Helen of his boyhood? |
17389 | Was he to know in reality the miracle he had imagined and written of in these two phantasies?--the reincarnation of personal identity? |
17389 | Was his Virginia ill? |
17389 | Was it just a notion of his( Mr. Graham wondered) that made him feel that here was poetry pure and simple?--_visible_ poetry? |
17389 | Was it possible that an habitual drunkard could turn out such a mass of brilliant and artistic work? |
17389 | Was it possible that the demure girl talking to her so seriously of love and marriage was her little Virginia-- her baby? |
17389 | Was it the Imp of the Perverse that caused him to positively decline, and to persist that"Dreamland"was all he had to offer just then? |
17389 | Was it_ her_ chamber? |
17389 | Was she like the lady of the manor he remembered? |
17389 | Was she, too, awake and alive to the beauty of this magic night? |
17389 | Was the priest a wizard? |
17389 | Was the sky always so blue in Spring Garden, he wondered? |
17389 | Was there anything in the world so sweet as its odor, combined with that of the roses and the other flowers that filled the gardens? |
17389 | Were his dreams of"Morella"and of"Ligeia"to come true? |
17389 | What business had he to mourn? |
17389 | What could have been more fitting than that the gracious words of"Helen of a thousand dreams"should come to him in Richmond? |
17389 | What could he do that would bring him the price of a loaf?-- Did the question appal him? |
17389 | What could it mean, this rising of the Star of Love upon the hour of his bitterest need but a sign of hope, of peace? |
17389 | What could the man mean? |
17389 | What difference did the taunts of schoolmates, the hardness of a foster- father make now? |
17389 | What had led her into the moonlit garden when all the world slept? |
17389 | What has happened?" |
17389 | What has money to do with happiness? |
17389 | What if he should not be able to make more? |
17389 | What made it different from others of its neighborhood and character? |
17389 | What manner of man was this? |
17389 | What marked this quaint, small homestead?--set back from the quiet village street-- tucked away behind its garden- spot from the din of the world? |
17389 | What mattered all the wounds, all the woes of his past life? |
17389 | What should they find to say to each other now? |
17389 | What was her name? |
17389 | What was the new wife like, he wondered? |
17389 | When one''s soul has been hurt, what matters mere physical pain? |
17389 | When the questions,"What''s your name?" |
17389 | Where was Edgar Poe? |
17389 | Whither should he fly from their harrassments? |
17389 | Whither should he go? |
17389 | Whither should he turn his steps? |
17389 | Who could tell what good fortune they might fall upon in New York? |
17389 | Who could tell? |
17389 | Who knew, who could tell, it questioned, how much might depend upon this meeting? |
17389 | Who knows? |
17389 | Who says there are not compensations in this life?" |
17389 | Who would guard her from other eyes, that as her beauty and charm came to their full bloom might look covetously upon her? |
17389 | Why not Philadelphia? |
17389 | Why not a union between her children-- her all? |
17389 | Why should he not be a publisher as well as a printer? |
17389 | Why should he not be happy? |
17389 | Why was this not what she would have chosen? |
17389 | Will the boy ever amount to anything, I wonder?" |
17389 | Would it always be his fate, he wondered, to love where untimely death was lying in wait? |
17389 | Would it_ take_? |
17389 | Would people like it? |
17389 | Would you have him grow up into a vagabond? |
17389 | Yet, what matter?--Was her sleep the less peaceful? |
17389 | Yet-- was it not? |
17389 | _ I want you._ What do you say to undertaking it?" |
17389 | _ What should he wear?_ Still holding the open note in his hand, he looked down ruefully at his clothes-- his only ones. |
17389 | he replied, with a shrug, as he took a seat beside her, under the roses,"Congratulate? |
17389 | she cried? |
23234 | ''I, Louis Napoleon, take solemn oath Upon the honor of a man and king--''Shall I go on, my lord? |
23234 | ''Tis a relief to get rid of old books when we''ve lost our love for them, is n''t it? |
23234 | ''Twas not Designed? |
23234 | ( Approaching Maximilian) Your Majesty, let me congratulate-- Ill, sire? |
23234 | ( Approaching) Prisoners? |
23234 | ( Archly, leaning over him as he sits at her feet) Does my little boy want a story? |
23234 | ( As Vassin enters) You''ve told her? |
23234 | ( As Vassin is going) What said The queen? |
23234 | ( As he approaches) Is all prepared, My lord? |
23234 | ( Aside) What has she heard? |
23234 | ( Bends over body on the floor) Is-- Or was? |
23234 | ( Bewildered) What do I hear? |
23234 | ( Bony vanishes) Where are you hurt, Tatsy? |
23234 | ( Calmly) What, My lord? |
23234 | ( Chariot stops without) Armin, who is it comes? |
23234 | ( Comes in) Well, Dame Venus, what thoughts for your hobbling Vulcan? |
23234 | ( Comes to fire) Did Edgar take his cloak, dear? |
23234 | ( Concealing anxiety) Darling? |
23234 | ( Coughs) What shall I do here this winter with only one comfortable room in the house? |
23234 | ( Despairingly) O, do n''t I know it? |
23234 | ( Detaches his weapon, which he gives to Khosrove) Our queen-- has she no word? |
23234 | ( Drops letter and sits dumb) Mrs. S. He sent you the ten dollars, hey? |
23234 | ( Eagerly) Did you suspect Some danger to me here, and seek to force My angry leave? |
23234 | ( Eagerly) Has there been news? |
23234 | ( Enter two guards, left centre) Still no news? |
23234 | ( From group about the gipsy, as all laugh) Your majesty, You heard? |
23234 | ( Gently) Are you hurt, Tatsy? |
23234 | ( Gently) Is not the princess sad? |
23234 | ( Girls run off, disappearing in various directions) Mrs. C. What will Doctor Barlow think? |
23234 | ( Goes after Khosrove and leads him back) You''ll stay, O Khosrove? |
23234 | ( Going to him and taking his arm)''Tis signed? |
23234 | ( Guards stand in amazement) Did ye not hear the king''s decree? |
23234 | ( He looks at raven silently) You wo n''t? |
23234 | ( Hurriedly lighting lamp) I''m sorry, love, but last night you wanted the dark-- don''t you remember? |
23234 | ( Jumping at the word''buried'') Sho''now, ca n''t Zurie hab de toothache wheneber she please, missus? |
23234 | ( Kisses her) Why not? |
23234 | ( Leaping up) Take forests in thy arms, and feel the little leaf- veins beat thy blood? |
23234 | ( Lifting his head) But he was n''t afraid, mama? |
23234 | ( Listening) Is that a chariot? |
23234 | ( Mrs. Clemm rushes in, followed by Zurie, Tat and Bony) Mrs. C. My son, what is the matter? |
23234 | ( Muttering) Wha''Mis''Clemm gwine ter say ter all dem young ladies comin''heah fo''de picnic? |
23234 | ( Not heeding) Shall we stand here and smile Till rebel blows have shattered life and throne? |
23234 | ( Picking up book) Than Spenser? |
23234 | ( Picks up flowers, sits and weaves them) You see this flower? |
23234 | ( Pleased, taking her hand) We are forgiven? |
23234 | ( Plucking a flower) My little girl, what lore would you teach this bud? |
23234 | ( Politely) And is there anything which you must have out to- night, cousin Catherine? |
23234 | ( Pours another glass) Again? |
23234 | ( Puts crown on the queen''s head) Dost like our compliment? |
23234 | ( Puts down flowers and goes to Lady Maria) Ah, cousin, do you think he''ll be delayed? |
23234 | ( Puts shawl about her) Ah, little wife, little wife, what evil power locked your gentle heart with mine? |
23234 | ( Puzzled) What does he mean? |
23234 | ( Recoiling) You let him die for you? |
23234 | ( Rising) May I stand on the carpet, or shall I take off my slippers before the burning bush of your love? |
23234 | ( Rising) Where is it? |
23234 | ( Rousing) What, Smidgkin? |
23234 | ( Seeing that the king is impressed) My lord, If he came from the camp how has he passed The city gates? |
23234 | ( Shrinking in horror) What do you mean? |
23234 | ( Silence) Trevino''s dead? |
23234 | ( Silence) You, Miramon? |
23234 | ( Sips wine) It_ is_ good, is n''t it? |
23234 | ( Sitting up) Mamma? |
23234 | ( Slowly) You-- would not-- take me? |
23234 | ( Smiling sadly) Coax him, mamma? |
23234 | ( Smiling) About the fairies, mama? |
23234 | ( Sneering) Sir, recognized? |
23234 | ( Sneers) You prize the feather when the cap is lost? |
23234 | ( Softly, not seeing Ninus)"Dost know what love is, daughter of Menones?" |
23234 | ( Staring) Sir? |
23234 | ( Starts away, then turns back to him) Hast yet found A governor for the city? |
23234 | ( Stepping back) What do you mean? |
23234 | ( Stops Sola as she is passing) Why do you run? |
23234 | ( Stumbles over something) What''s this? |
23234 | ( Taking glass) You will?... |
23234 | ( Taking harp) What shall I sing, dear? |
23234 | ( Taking out paper) Then what means this? |
23234 | ( Taking the hand of Semiramis) To- day thou''lt come? |
23234 | ( They embrace) You''ve heard? |
23234 | ( To Lady Maria) Why do you weep? |
23234 | ( To Mendez) What do you think of it? |
23234 | ( To Mrs. Clemm) How is she? |
23234 | ( To Prince Salm- Salm) Who is the traitor? |
23234 | ( To bookseller) May I see the book the gentleman has just disposed of? |
23234 | ( To deserter) You''ve been with the enemy? |
23234 | ( Touching him) But now, My friend? |
23234 | ( Touching his brow) O, where shall I hide it? |
23234 | ( Tries to write, stops, goes on, trembles, and looks up)... Can I know fear? |
23234 | ( Turns away) Can a soul''s_ eyes_ be dumb? |
23234 | ( Turns smiling to greet Carlotta who enters carrying flowers) So early out? |
23234 | ( Virginia is silent) Why are you so pale? |
23234 | ( Virginia peers around a shrub) Who could lock life''s door on such a face? |
23234 | ( With bitter scorn) And did the love that makes one prayer to Heaven Rule in that choice? |
23234 | ( Writes) You, too, rebel, old pen? |
23234 | ... Are these thy ways, ambition? |
23234 | ... Do you remember, Charles, the winter day He climbed to Valtelina''s ice- bound huts To bear the starving people food? |
23234 | ... Have you forgot Aseffa? |
23234 | ... You love my lord? |
23234 | A false dawn, is it not? |
23234 | A man most fair... of lordly form, and young? |
23234 | A man whose hands are red With God''s own blood? |
23234 | A slander on these lips? |
23234 | Abdication? |
23234 | Above all other men? |
23234 | After a moment of agony, rises, goes to table and looks at papers) What is it I have ruined? |
23234 | Again? |
23234 | Ah, I am mistaken? |
23234 | Ah, cousins, trimming now your smiles to greet The deputies? |
23234 | Ah, you will? |
23234 | Ah... you do not know? |
23234 | Alive? |
23234 | Am I a coward, sir? |
23234 | America? |
23234 | An empire and a crown? |
23234 | An envelope?... |
23234 | An''wha''make Miss Babylam''cry hussef sick when she''s gwine away ter be a fine lady? |
23234 | An''who gwine ter eat dem pies Zurie been two days makin''? |
23234 | An''you dare say I''m not a Christian, merciful woman? |
23234 | And Heaven, too? |
23234 | And Maximilian is crowned? |
23234 | And Rafael Mendorez? |
23234 | And a little boy too? |
23234 | And all our wounded, sick and dying? |
23234 | And can you shock the hour with hesitation? |
23234 | And dearer than-- You have a wife? |
23234 | And do you care? |
23234 | And give it up For a green lad fresh from the fields of Gazim? |
23234 | And how, Mr. Brackett, may that knowledge be of interest to you? |
23234 | And if I am you will love me always? |
23234 | And is that all, O Heaven? |
23234 | And she is beautiful as good? |
23234 | And that-- is Khosrove? |
23234 | And that? |
23234 | And the little boy found her? |
23234 | And then? |
23234 | And they still hope? |
23234 | And this decree, Colonel Dupin? |
23234 | And this has been By each assembly ratified? |
23234 | And true? |
23234 | And when Am I to die? |
23234 | And will you give her up To ravishers? |
23234 | And wine delicate enough for a fairy''s throat? |
23234 | And you a thrifty woman tell me her clothes ai n''t ready? |
23234 | And you are patient? |
23234 | And you have made me a handkerchief? |
23234 | And you will get well for me? |
23234 | And you will sit up a little now, dear? |
23234 | And you will take a warning from me in good part, wo n''t you? |
23234 | And you would trust this devil with the life Of captive foes? |
23234 | Any robbers on the way? |
23234 | Are we not, good Charles? |
23234 | Are you making holiday purchases? |
23234 | Are you not happy now? |
23234 | Are you there, my devil? |
23234 | Armenia is my friend? |
23234 | Art ready for thy king? |
23234 | Art thou not queen? |
23234 | Ask all the waiting world,--ay, even God, To pause and count the heart- beats of a woman? |
23234 | Asleep, my Lerdo? |
23234 | At the door she meets Zurie who turns back and goes in with her) Mrs. C. Now, Nelson? |
23234 | Ay, sir, did she not prove it at Puebla? |
23234 | Be lost? |
23234 | Bear what, mamma? |
23234 | Below? |
23234 | Betrayed? |
23234 | Better? |
23234 | Blushing, cousin? |
23234 | But Diaz is true? |
23234 | But how save Artavan? |
23234 | But if he lives? |
23234 | But is''t not strange Khosrove should trust him too? |
23234 | But it''s beg or starve with you, eh? |
23234 | But love? |
23234 | But must I consent? |
23234 | But not unkind ones, noble madam? |
23234 | But now What hast thou heard of Artavan? |
23234 | But rest with me? |
23234 | But suppose the warning false? |
23234 | But what a pity one must begin with the alphabet to end with-- what were those lovely lines I found in your book yesterday? |
23234 | But what are we to do? |
23234 | But what of me, Virginia? |
23234 | But why say this To one who has lost all? |
23234 | But will that sweet day come? |
23234 | But you have loved? |
23234 | But you will never be impatient with her, Edgar? |
23234 | But, aunt, how are we going to live without her? |
23234 | By Belus''star? |
23234 | By Ninus? |
23234 | By what means Can he know this? |
23234 | Ca n''t I help you, Zurie? |
23234 | Ca n''t you keep your hands off a sick man? |
23234 | Calls after them beamingly) Wha''yo''reckon yo''ol''mammy cookin''in dat ubbin fo''two little no''count niggahs? |
23234 | Can I help you? |
23234 | Can it be the king? |
23234 | Can not? |
23234 | Can this be woman? |
23234 | Can we get there by candle light? |
23234 | Can you be true? |
23234 | Can you not read it here? |
23234 | Can you not speak? |
23234 | Canst be a pulse in Nature''s very body? |
23234 | Canst call it that? |
23234 | Canst not spare one who have so many true? |
23234 | Canst talk above so big a head? |
23234 | Canst think of that when Maximilian Is facing bayonets for honor''s sake? |
23234 | Carlotta? |
23234 | Could I take the least warmth from yon shivering angel? |
23234 | Cries? |
23234 | Dar''st fling Into my face that the Armenian kings Rule unanointed? |
23234 | Dare I speak? |
23234 | Dead? |
23234 | Delay At this unsettled time? |
23234 | Desert the poor inhabitants, so long our friends? |
23234 | Did I Not trust thee when I entered here? |
23234 | Did I not plan this battle? |
23234 | Did he say_ nothing_ when he went out? |
23234 | Did it delight me once?... |
23234 | Did n''t I give you stale bread a whole week, an''coffee a Sunday mornin''? |
23234 | Did you not have your choice? |
23234 | Did you see it? |
23234 | Didst mean no more than that? |
23234 | Didst see The splendid carriages glittering up the drive? |
23234 | Didst think ye served the devil? |
23234 | Die? |
23234 | Die? |
23234 | Die? |
23234 | Do n''t you know old Saint- face wo n''t let them be shot? |
23234 | Do n''t you remember me? |
23234 | Do n''t you see that I have lost her? |
23234 | Do you believe this? |
23234 | Do you call that theft a bargain? |
23234 | Do you care so much, Lenore? |
23234 | Do you love me so much? |
23234 | Do you not see them? |
23234 | Do you really want to help me? |
23234 | Do you trust me? |
23234 | Do you? |
23234 | Does Mexico send all her hearts with you? |
23234 | Does he think he can govern Mexico with a prayer- book? |
23234 | Does it not please your pride? |
23234 | Does not the United States still call Juarez The president of Mexico? |
23234 | Does not this hour repay Even the sacrifice of Miramar? |
23234 | Does not your Rafael live? |
23234 | Does she suspect we ordered Khosrove''s torture? |
23234 | Dost fear my greatness? |
23234 | Dost know that silence full of thoughts?--and then the swelling earth-- the throbbing heaven? |
23234 | Dost know what day it is? |
23234 | Dost know what love is, daughter of Menones? |
23234 | Dost not guess? |
23234 | Dost not remember? |
23234 | Dost read your country in the smile she shows Her conqueror? |
23234 | Dost swear it? |
23234 | Dost think I''ll leave my friends to die alone While I by flight dishonor Majesty? |
23234 | Dost think I''ll owe My life to him? |
23234 | Dost think a coffin comes across the sea? |
23234 | Dost think it safe? |
23234 | Dost think that I would sue To Nineveh or Babylon for leave To take my kingly emblems from their hands? |
23234 | Dost thou forget, Semiramis, that once He saved thy brother? |
23234 | Edgar, wo n''t you wait and meet him? |
23234 | Eh? |
23234 | Eh? |
23234 | Empress? |
23234 | False? |
23234 | False? |
23234 | For Edgar? |
23234 | For foes? |
23234 | For news, good Vassin? |
23234 | For such a thing Wouldst give thy Sola? |
23234 | From what dim region of unbodied souls hast come? |
23234 | From you? |
23234 | Goes it so deep To your good heart? |
23234 | Gone away? |
23234 | Gone? |
23234 | Gone? |
23234 | Gone? |
23234 | Governor of Nineveh? |
23234 | Had he no purpose? |
23234 | Had n''t you better see what''s in it? |
23234 | Has the Holy Virgin been in camp? |
23234 | Has''t been so long Since I left Gazim? |
23234 | Hast heard The men of Licio tell how he was first To bring them aid when all their silkworms died And silence struck the looms that gave them food? |
23234 | Hast thou no heart, Semiramis? |
23234 | Have I not reason, Charles? |
23234 | Have n''t I always treated you as if you were my daughter born? |
23234 | Have n''t you had this room nigh to a month since I''ve seen a cent for it? |
23234 | Have spared the coward? |
23234 | Have you forgot? |
23234 | Have you heard from the lawyer? |
23234 | Have you news? |
23234 | Have you no welcome for me? |
23234 | Have you not found us gracious to your rank? |
23234 | Have you not friends without? |
23234 | He came? |
23234 | He knows? |
23234 | He looks up) Who''s there?... |
23234 | He needed money? |
23234 | He rises ceremoniously, with effort) Well? |
23234 | He turns to the window) Do you know that elephants once nibbled boughs out there where the snow is falling? |
23234 | He will not save thy brother? |
23234 | He will? |
23234 | He''s here? |
23234 | He''s well? |
23234 | Heah dat now? |
23234 | Helen? |
23234 | Here?... |
23234 | His foe? |
23234 | How about the frowns, Edgar? |
23234 | How can I, when he is suffering so? |
23234 | How could he pass The gates? |
23234 | How could she say it? |
23234 | How do you know?... |
23234 | How do you seek it? |
23234 | How does he manage it? |
23234 | How fare our foes? |
23234 | How have I won you, Edgar? |
23234 | How knows your majesty? |
23234 | How long shall I wander without rest? |
23234 | How long whirl in the breath of unforgiving winds? |
23234 | How many miles to the old turnpike? |
23234 | How now? |
23234 | How often must we say it? |
23234 | How then hadst loved if heart Had brought to heart its swelling measure? |
23234 | How? |
23234 | How? |
23234 | Hungry? |
23234 | I ai n''t got no sense? |
23234 | I beg your pardon,--may I ask the name of this planet? |
23234 | I can not see.... Why is the face so dim? |
23234 | I fear? |
23234 | I flatter thee? |
23234 | I heard voices.... Who was with you, Helen?... |
23234 | I live? |
23234 | I may trust it and speak? |
23234 | I plucked them all.... No more grow by the path....( Suddenly) Cousin, why wear you black? |
23234 | I warn him? |
23234 | I''ll feed you then, and you do n''t want Juarez''soldiers to be turned into babies, do you? |
23234 | I''m still An Empress, sir? |
23234 | I, the very nursling of dreams? |
23234 | I? |
23234 | If God points to the sea, why gave he this? |
23234 | If a man were dying at your gates would you keep from him because''twas midnight and not noon, and you were robed for sleep? |
23234 | Ignacio turned squire o''the empire? |
23234 | Ignacio, You saw the Austrian? |
23234 | Ignacio, is it true, Juarez Is not in Mexico? |
23234 | Ignacio? |
23234 | Ill, sir? |
23234 | In half an hour? |
23234 | In there? |
23234 | In time? |
23234 | Is Artavan Grown dearer than his hate to Husak? |
23234 | Is Edgar going with you? |
23234 | Is France a province Of the United States? |
23234 | Is France in this the friend or enemy To Prussia? |
23234 | Is Khosrove taken? |
23234 | Is he as villainous as his conversation? |
23234 | Is he not under guard without? |
23234 | Is he taken? |
23234 | Is it not enough? |
23234 | Is it true, Mrs. Clemm? |
23234 | Is it true? |
23234 | Is it wonderful here, Edgar? |
23234 | Is it wonderful, cousin? |
23234 | Is it, little wisdom? |
23234 | Is it-- the earth? |
23234 | Is my uncle yet In Texas? |
23234 | Is n''t this a rabble? |
23234 | Is she an Empire, he an Emperor? |
23234 | Is the place sold? |
23234 | Is there any wine in the house? |
23234 | Is there no hope for grief? |
23234 | Is this Menones''tent? |
23234 | Is this love''s welcome? |
23234 | Is this the form that bright Decreto loved? |
23234 | Is this the world, Or some strange fancy spinning in my eyes? |
23234 | Is this thing true my lord? |
23234 | Is this thing true? |
23234 | Is your mistress at home? |
23234 | Is''t Prussia''s wish That we withhold our aid from Mexico? |
23234 | Is''t day? |
23234 | Is''t not, good friends? |
23234 | Is''t true the Liberals are disbanded? |
23234 | It is you, Roger? |
23234 | It is your way of saying, is it not, That I shall love again? |
23234 | Khosrove comes? |
23234 | Lady, you come To beg your empire? |
23234 | Leave the town to sack and ruin? |
23234 | Lopez? |
23234 | Lopez? |
23234 | Lost? |
23234 | Love and Beauty dreaming lie, Who shall say it is not meet? |
23234 | Love, sir? |
23234 | Married? |
23234 | May I not beg this office, sir? |
23234 | Menones? |
23234 | Mercy, father? |
23234 | Mortal? |
23234 | Most reverend father, you would counsel us? |
23234 | Mr. C. High time, ai n''t it? |
23234 | Mrs. C. And what does he mean by truth, Virginia? |
23234 | Mrs. C. Are you human? |
23234 | Mrs. C. Are you not cold in that dress, darling? |
23234 | Mrs. C. But it will be? |
23234 | Mrs. C. Did he take any food yesterday?... |
23234 | Mrs. C. O, Doctor Barlow, what must I do? |
23234 | Mrs. C. What now, Nelson? |
23234 | Mrs. C. You do n''t like him, Edgar? |
23234 | Mrs. C. You know him, Edgar? |
23234 | Mrs. C.( Bewildered) Are you mad, Edgar? |
23234 | Mrs. Clemm comes softly down the stairs) Mrs. C. Virginia? |
23234 | Mrs. S. Air you a goin''to open that letter or air you not? |
23234 | Mrs. S. What do you mean, Mr. Poe? |
23234 | Mrs. Smidgkin, Mrs. Smidgkin, are you aware that the rain pours outside like the tears of the Danaides on their wedding night? |
23234 | Must I forgive him, Heaven? |
23234 | Must you array that to receive me? |
23234 | My brother? |
23234 | My cause, my lord? |
23234 | My gentle one, can I not teach you to love me? |
23234 | My head? |
23234 | My lord, you''d set a scholar''s word against A general''s in matters of the field? |
23234 | My lords, you will not let her troubled mind Weaken your trust in me? |
23234 | My pride? |
23234 | Napoleon Page, lackey, footboy to America? |
23234 | No more than that? |
23234 | No more? |
23234 | No? |
23234 | None?... |
23234 | Not Artavan? |
23234 | Not Artavan? |
23234 | Not one? |
23234 | Not the Assyrian princess? |
23234 | Now Maximilian? |
23234 | Now that''s a compliment to your cook, is n''t it? |
23234 | Now will you kill me? |
23234 | Now? |
23234 | O Heaven, wouldst thou vouchsafe thy visions to these eyes, then fill them with cold clay? |
23234 | O Mexico, thou traitress unto love, Wilt trample every heart that''s true to thee? |
23234 | O beauteous gods, is this Your earth? |
23234 | O why are we not happy? |
23234 | O, Edgar, where is Virginia? |
23234 | O, Heaven, are you looking too? |
23234 | O, Liberty, wilt spare me this one life? |
23234 | O, aunt, you will give her to me? |
23234 | O, can you forgive me, and take me back to your heart? |
23234 | O, is it nothing but rain? |
23234 | O, is it true? |
23234 | O, mother, do n''t you see how well she is? |
23234 | O, my lord, forget That noble prince? |
23234 | O, sir, you would not slay your son? |
23234 | O, what did I do then? |
23234 | O, what, my darling? |
23234 | O, where is he? |
23234 | O, why does she not speak? |
23234 | O, why will we, some cubits high, pluck at The sun and moon, when we have that within Makes us the soul and centre of Heaven itself? |
23234 | Oh, Artavan, what keeps thee? |
23234 | Only the Emperor''s carriage approaches the door? |
23234 | Or burn in the refining forges of the sun? |
23234 | Or have we dreamed he is Napoleon? |
23234 | Our father? |
23234 | Please the stars, may I read for you, sir? |
23234 | Poe leaps up) What''s that? |
23234 | Pour to these ears thine own philosophies, then send the crawling worm to pluck their treasure out? |
23234 | Prince, what do you say? |
23234 | Prince? |
23234 | Princess S. A friend, you say? |
23234 | Princess S. What has a woman''s heart to do with justice? |
23234 | Princess S. What shall I do? |
23234 | Promise? |
23234 | Rafael not come? |
23234 | Returns to the body) Where is the prince? |
23234 | Rich? |
23234 | Safety in him? |
23234 | Salas? |
23234 | Selling myself to the devil of prose that I may bring in that fool''s litter-- money, money, money-- and for what? |
23234 | Semiramis... sweet sister... What dost mean? |
23234 | Shall I call him back, your majesty, that the prince may convince himself that his memory of faces is not infallible? |
23234 | Shall I read for her majesty? |
23234 | Shall I read? |
23234 | Shall I speak it out? |
23234 | Shall we sit here at ease when God has found The work for us? |
23234 | She bewitched you too? |
23234 | She cried, Zurie? |
23234 | She turns on them with a scream, at which they tumble to the ground) Wha''yo''doin''heah, yo''black no''count niggahs? |
23234 | She''s on the general''s business? |
23234 | She''s up? |
23234 | Sho''yo''do n''t think ol''Zurie know how ter tell lies, does yo'', honey? |
23234 | Shoot him? |
23234 | Should I go shouting''murderer''through that hall, Would he arise and answer to his name? |
23234 | Should I not know my brother, sir? |
23234 | Should we make war on one who twice o''ercame Our island neighbors when she was but child To what she now is grown? |
23234 | Sir, what do you mean? |
23234 | Sir? |
23234 | Sir? |
23234 | Sits in big chair, taking her on his knee, and embracing her tenderly) What made you cough, Virginia? |
23234 | Sleep? |
23234 | So kind a king? |
23234 | So low in sleep, little girl?... |
23234 | So much That he will spare the life of Artavan If we spare yours? |
23234 | So pay my scorn? |
23234 | So soon? |
23234 | So tired? |
23234 | Softish, eh? |
23234 | Some blankets soft as summer clouds for the most beautiful lady in the world? |
23234 | Some trouble here? |
23234 | Speak.... Is it true? |
23234 | Still in that humor? |
23234 | Such sable hues for this so rosy day? |
23234 | Such words from you hissing like snakes through my brain? |
23234 | Sumbat, wilt advise me? |
23234 | Sumbat, you trust the king? |
23234 | Suppose you call it_ The Falling Star_? |
23234 | Teach me? |
23234 | Tell me, Aseffa, You who are half a sibyl,--shall we go down That valley to our home? |
23234 | That is what makes him so unhappy.... Did he eat his breakfast this morning, Virginia? |
23234 | The Emperor refused you? |
23234 | The Liberals advance? |
23234 | The accident? |
23234 | The church? |
23234 | The empress? |
23234 | The empress? |
23234 | The illustrious duke? |
23234 | The king, my love? |
23234 | The new magazine came? |
23234 | The sex that knew a Virginia-- that knows a Helen? |
23234 | The truth? |
23234 | Their powder fails? |
23234 | Then Thou wouldst be brother to the king? |
23234 | Then there is no man true? |
23234 | Then what does it matter about this old Greek, Edgar? |
23234 | Then what is it For me, my lord? |
23234 | Then you will help me, sir? |
23234 | There''s too much whirling in my heart for prayer....( Starts) What moan is that?... |
23234 | They have arrived? |
23234 | Think you that Meant-- death? |
23234 | Think you these bones will hold Until they reach old Husak? |
23234 | Think you this heart is not a soldier''s own Because''tis captive to a woman''s sword? |
23234 | Think''st thou To sit above Assyria, who wearest not The brave investment of the gods? |
23234 | This flower of love blown perfect from the skies? |
23234 | This kindness is sincere? |
23234 | This the king? |
23234 | Thomas, set that oil painting outside, will you? |
23234 | Thou art the same as when I saw thee last? |
23234 | Thou lov''st me, dost thou not? |
23234 | Thou lov''st thy father? |
23234 | Thou wouldst not share my throne? |
23234 | Thou''lt grant it? |
23234 | Though queen, art thou not still my sister? |
23234 | Thy brother, or thy father? |
23234 | Thy throne? |
23234 | To enemies of the Church? |
23234 | To fly from death is not dishonor, but who That values honor throws away one chance Of victory? |
23234 | To send me to school? |
23234 | To unclean hands ne''er dipped in holy chrism? |
23234 | To what foul residence in some blasted star am I condemned? |
23234 | To whose arms you went As you have never come to mine? |
23234 | To- night? |
23234 | To_ instant_ death? |
23234 | Too late? |
23234 | Took it with him? |
23234 | Toothache? |
23234 | Torture for you?--for him? |
23234 | Traitor? |
23234 | True? |
23234 | Trust you? |
23234 | Vassin? |
23234 | Virginia gone? |
23234 | Virginia, you who have the face of a houri, the form of a sylph, and the heart of an angel, will you be my wife? |
23234 | Was it a dark cave, mama? |
23234 | Was not that foolish, cousin? |
23234 | We must lose our home? |
23234 | We''ll fix up a fine trunk and send it after her, wo n''t we, mother? |
23234 | Well, ai n''t dey gwine ter be married? |
23234 | Well, sir? |
23234 | Well, why not? |
23234 | Well? |
23234 | Wert thou upon the field? |
23234 | Wha''dat man talk so now? |
23234 | Wha''fo''Mars Edgah want to be rich? |
23234 | Wha''fo''now she say I look lak Miss Babylam''gwine ter be buried? |
23234 | Wha''make Mars Nelson come fo''Babylam''? |
23234 | Wha''make him ac''so now? |
23234 | Wha''make me le''m go in de gahden? |
23234 | Wha''my chile? |
23234 | Wha''now he fin''Mars Edgah kissin''Miss Babylam''? |
23234 | Wha''yo''do, yo''black niggahs? |
23234 | What are they saying to her? |
23234 | What art thou death? |
23234 | What brave heart leads them on? |
23234 | What can I say to them? |
23234 | What dare you? |
23234 | What did his Majesty do? |
23234 | What did that creature mean? |
23234 | What did you mean by your infernal order to bring these men here? |
23234 | What do you here, Menones? |
23234 | What do you mean, cold Austrian? |
23234 | What do you mean? |
23234 | What do you mean? |
23234 | What do you say? |
23234 | What does it mean? |
23234 | What does she say? |
23234 | What eye can harbor evil meeting yours Where lies a grace that turns all ill to virtue? |
23234 | What have I done? |
23234 | What have you to do with it? |
23234 | What hell ungorged thee for her messenger? |
23234 | What help Can Austria give? |
23234 | What is it, prince? |
23234 | What is it? |
23234 | What is it? |
23234 | What is she like? |
23234 | What is the matter? |
23234 | What looks he like? |
23234 | What mean the bells? |
23234 | What means these simple robes, Semiramis? |
23234 | What men are those? |
23234 | What message have you for Napoleon? |
23234 | What more? |
23234 | What poisonous opiate have you fed me with And called it peace? |
23234 | What precious tale is this? |
23234 | What say you, Charles? |
23234 | What says Napoleon? |
23234 | What scene is that? |
23234 | What sentence have the devils passed upon me? |
23234 | What shall we do? |
23234 | What sin beneath the sun Can give excuse for such a deed as this? |
23234 | What spirit so subtly fine can mingle here?... |
23234 | What surety have I That Artavan still lives? |
23234 | What then? |
23234 | What thing is this? |
23234 | What think you? |
23234 | What thought doth paint thy face In dreadful silence? |
23234 | What treasures have you there? |
23234 | What was it? |
23234 | What was that little girl''s name, mama? |
23234 | What were you doing''neath the bridge? |
23234 | What will my father say?... |
23234 | What will you do with Maximilian? |
23234 | What wilt thou grant? |
23234 | What wishes would your grace Prefer to us? |
23234 | What would I not have dared To look on thee again?... |
23234 | What would the queen? |
23234 | What would you do, my lord? |
23234 | What''s here? |
23234 | What''s in thy mind? |
23234 | What''s that in the corner? |
23234 | What''s this new grief? |
23234 | What, darling? |
23234 | What, my beautiful earth- bird? |
23234 | What, sister? |
23234 | What, wilt be angry? |
23234 | What? |
23234 | What? |
23234 | What_ are_ you thinking of, Edgar? |
23234 | When does he come? |
23234 | When one so mighty as your Majesty Is my protector? |
23234 | When thou Dost live? |
23234 | When we''ve been talkin''this thing a whole year? |
23234 | When will the Universe gather me to her heart and give me of her still, unthrobbing peace? |
23234 | When-- O when will this driven spirit be at home? |
23234 | Whence comest thou, my man? |
23234 | Where Falsehood steals your garments, nay Your smile, seduces with your voice, and stamps Your semblance upon fiends? |
23234 | Where are our people? |
23234 | Where are they marching? |
23234 | Where are your wits? |
23234 | Where did you leave him? |
23234 | Where dost thou pray to- night? |
23234 | Where is Edgar? |
23234 | Where is he? |
23234 | Where is he? |
23234 | Where is it, I say? |
23234 | Where is it, hey? |
23234 | Where is she? |
23234 | Where is the Emperor? |
23234 | Where is the general, Trevino? |
23234 | Where is the general? |
23234 | Where is the king? |
23234 | Where is the wild man?... |
23234 | Where sleeps Menones? |
23234 | Where''s Virginia, Mum Zurie? |
23234 | Where''s a ball? |
23234 | Where? |
23234 | Where? |
23234 | Where? |
23234 | Who are you? |
23234 | Who brought it? |
23234 | Who calls me majesty? |
23234 | Who can he be you prize above Your honor and my life? |
23234 | Who comes With you? |
23234 | Who could write for such an hour? |
23234 | Who dares to add fire to the sun, or bring The Spring a flower? |
23234 | Who ever heard the like? |
23234 | Who fled my sword, fear- cold, and pale with terror? |
23234 | Who flies from Nature but man? |
23234 | Who have lived in a world more tenanted with ghosts than men? |
23234 | Who is he, then-- that man-- If not thy brother? |
23234 | Who is this Artavan Who evens me in price? |
23234 | Who is worth such a rosy flag? |
23234 | Who kill your captives ere your tent is struck, Nor spare a guard to drive them from the field? |
23234 | Who knows the guardian locks and wards and plans Secretive for thy safety but myself? |
23234 | Who shall say, O fie, O fie, To the favor sweet That Love will ask and Beauty not deny? |
23234 | Who spoke of fear? |
23234 | Who was here? |
23234 | Who was here?... |
23234 | Who was your friend? |
23234 | Who will tell her? |
23234 | Who would dare harm him? |
23234 | Who would not leave a life Where such things be, though death were sleep eternal? |
23234 | Who''s here? |
23234 | Who, child? |
23234 | Who? |
23234 | Who? |
23234 | Who? |
23234 | Whose luck? |
23234 | Why breach thy custom now? |
23234 | Why come so near for news? |
23234 | Why did you fly from Normandy, and not a word, not a word to me? |
23234 | Why did you fly from me? |
23234 | Why go in haste? |
23234 | Why is it here? |
23234 | Why not go? |
23234 | Why not? |
23234 | Why not? |
23234 | Why should you fear? |
23234 | Why would you see him? |
23234 | Why, I do n''t think you ever told me that, did you? |
23234 | Why, cousin? |
23234 | Why, your majesty? |
23234 | Will I? |
23234 | Will I? |
23234 | Will Khosrove come? |
23234 | Will Maximilian pass a law of death, Condemning patriots to a robber''s grave? |
23234 | Will no one save him? |
23234 | Will you forgive me then when you are bright and strong in some happy isle of roses? |
23234 | Will you go with me, my bride? |
23234 | Will you have them shot at once, or wait till sunrise? |
23234 | Will you not come up with me and be the bride of my dreams? |
23234 | Will you take a message to his majesty? |
23234 | Will you teach me while you are here, if I try very hard to learn? |
23234 | Will''t please Your Highnesses assume your places? |
23234 | Wilt fare with me, brave Helen? |
23234 | Wilt go there with me, Helen? |
23234 | Wilt lie with me on summer hills where pipings of dim Arcady fall like Apollo''s mantle on the soul? |
23234 | Wilt thou Consent? |
23234 | Wilt tread the nadir gloom and golden paths of suns? |
23234 | With life already lost Who would not fling the corpse to save a friend? |
23234 | With starving men? |
23234 | With such a look from you burning me as if I were a devil to be branded? |
23234 | Wo n''t you say goodbye to him for me? |
23234 | Would a mother leave her babe? |
23234 | Would he die? |
23234 | Would not Vassin serve? |
23234 | Would she save him? |
23234 | Would you advise its passage? |
23234 | Would you put a stain upon this hour? |
23234 | Would you send me into hell, mother? |
23234 | Wouldst have his majesty False to his country to be true to you? |
23234 | Wouldst save Thy brother? |
23234 | Wouldst save thy life? |
23234 | Yea, Or nay, Carlotta? |
23234 | Yes....( Takes one) Stamp?... |
23234 | Yet another brother? |
23234 | You are happy, cousin Edgar? |
23234 | You ask? |
23234 | You command me, sir? |
23234 | You did not care so much? |
23234 | You forsake me? |
23234 | You found him bound? |
23234 | You have been out? |
23234 | You have read a little Byron to- day? |
23234 | You have suspected? |
23234 | You hear? |
23234 | You heard, Marquez? |
23234 | You know why I linger in this dear room-- dear as the barrier that staves off guttery death? |
23234 | You made good work? |
23234 | You make no suit for mercy? |
23234 | You note that, prince? |
23234 | You overwhelm me? |
23234 | You pity me? |
23234 | You saw him? |
23234 | You still have hope when Mexico deserts us? |
23234 | You think that is a sin? |
23234 | You think the words I spoke were born of pride? |
23234 | You touched? |
23234 | You trust me? |
23234 | You will forgive me, Edgar? |
23234 | You will give me this book, Helen? |
23234 | You will lead our troops? |
23234 | You will love it? |
23234 | You will love me again? |
23234 | You will make an example of them? |
23234 | You will never forsake him? |
23234 | You will take your supper now? |
23234 | You would n''t think that these tags and tatters had waltzed with the president''s niece at the capital, would you now? |
23234 | You would not harm the Emperor? |
23234 | You would? |
23234 | You''d hold me from her when my hand brings life? |
23234 | You''ll have them shot at once? |
23234 | You''ll hear no more of flight, my lord? |
23234 | You''ll save him? |
23234 | You''ll save the prince? |
23234 | You''ll tell her, sir? |
23234 | You''ll watch with me for foes? |
23234 | You''re from the capital? |
23234 | You''re of the northern watch? |
23234 | You''re sure that he will die? |
23234 | You, Charles? |
23234 | You, Sumbat? |
23234 | You? |
23234 | You? |
23234 | Your Excellency will see the prisoner? |
23234 | Your majesty will sign the law to- night? |
23234 | Your majesty will sign? |
23234 | Your mistress sleeps? |
23234 | and LeVal? |
23234 | from thee? |
23234 | is not the mark here? |
23234 | who hold''st Thy sceptre still from warrior chiefs, not from Anointed kings? |