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.

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22229	My dearest, wilt thou follow, And mount with me the billow? 22229 Oh, are ye sleeping, Maggie?"
22229	Why, dearest, nurse so dark a creed? 22229 AIR--_O wat ye wha I met yestreen?
22229	And has it then vanish''d, that happy time?
22229	And what are a''their flowery plains, If fill''d with weeping slav''ry''s chains?
22229	And what yon splendid dome?
22229	And why do you tarry, or where are you gone?
22229	Are the winds, and the seas, and the stars sublime Deaf to thy soul in its manly prime?
22229	Bel bel, tyr-- is he pouring forth his vows?
22229	But home who can find For heart- rending sorrow?
22229	But if our debtor fail our hope, And plead his ruin thorough, When shall we weigh his breach of faith?
22229	But if stern Justice urge rebuke, And warmth from memory borrow, When shall we chide-- if chide we dare?
22229	But should she frown with face of care, And talk of coming sorrow, When shall we grieve-- if grieve we must?
22229	Can you tell their sweet refrains, When the green arch''d woods are ringing With a thousand swelling strains?
22229	DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE BIRDS ARE SINGING?
22229	Do you know what the birds are singing?
22229	Do you know what the birds are singing?
22229	Do you know what the soft winds whisper When they sigh through blooming trees-- When each bough is a choral lisper Of the woodland melodies?
22229	Do you know what the streamlet trilleth As it glides or leaps along, While the cool green nook it filleth With the gushes of its song?
22229	Do you think it sings its dreaming Of its distant home, the sea?
22229	Dumb sorrow assail Him alone?
22229	For formal friends scarce grasp''d his hand-- The friends he knew of old; What cared he for a sunny land, If human hearts were cold?
22229	Have not the beautiful been ta''en away-- Are not the noble- hearted turn''d to clay-- Wither''d in root and stem?
22229	Heard ye not that distant hum?
22229	How aft, when we were callants, Hae we sought the ocean''s shore, And launch''d wi''glee our tiny boats, And heard the billows roar?
22229	How canst thou, then, unto my charge such grievous actions lay, And all thou hast so solemn said as solemnly unsay?"
22229	I ance was fu''o''glee, And wha was then sae gay, Whan dreamin''life wad be But ae lang simmer day?
22229	If Fortune with a smiling face Strew roses on our way, When shall we stoop to pick them up?
22229	If Love, estranged, should once again His genial smile display, When shall we kiss his proffer''d lips?
22229	If those to whom we owe a debt Are harm''d unless we pay, When shall we struggle to be just?
22229	If those who''ve wrong''d us own their faults And kindly pity pray, When shall we listen and forgive?
22229	If''mang the mountains lone and gray, Unknown, my early joys I sung, When cares and woes wad life belay, How could my harp away be flung?
22229	Is it in kissing the glittering stream, O''er its pebbly channel so gaily rippling?
22229	Is it in sipping the nectar that lies In the bells of the flowers-- an innocent tippling?
22229	Is it on some rich bank of flowers Where''neath each blossom a fay lies dreaming?
22229	Is our Helen very fair?
22229	Is our Helen very fair?
22229	Juno?
22229	Leila, wilt thou think of me?
22229	Let them pass-- the days departed-- What befell may ne''er befall; Why should we with vain lamenting Seek a shadow to recall?
22229	Lombard blades long ago, Swifter than whirlwinds blow, Swept from Milan the foe: Why should we stay?
22229	My dear little lassie, why, what''s the matter?
22229	Now gliding peacefully, Calm and serene, Smoothly it takes its way, Softly I ween Murmur its waters past-- Oh, will that stillness last?
22229	Oh, wha''s at the window, wha, wha, wha?
22229	Oh, when shall I gaze on those bright scenes of gladness?
22229	One would think thee a poet, to judge by thy looks, Or at least a pale- faced man of feeling?
22229	Or is it among those ancient trees Where the tremulous shadows move soft and darkling?
22229	Or is it on yonder silver lake Where the fish in green and gold are sparkling?
22229	Or is this snawie weather the roads like to chock?"
22229	Or will they only come in dreams, When nicht''s black curtain''s hung?
22229	Paris was a pedant fool, Meting beauty by a rule: Pallas?
22229	Peu, peu, poy-- is he wooing all the while?
22229	Pipe, pipe, chow-- will the linnet never weary?
22229	Say wilt thou, Leila, when alone, Remember days of bliss gone by?
22229	She struck the cithern in her hand, And sang with''witching air Her own sweet song,"Know''st thou the land?"
22229	She who half her charms conceals?
22229	She who sparkles while she feels?
22229	Sweet the rising mountains,& c. What were all the sounds contrived by tuneful men, To the warbling wild notes of the sylvan glen?
22229	Sweet the rising mountains,& c. What were all the splendour of the proud and great, To the simple pleasures of our green retreat?
22229	Tell me, Jessie, tell me why?
22229	The birds by the river sing plaintive and low, They seem to be breathing a burden of woe; They seem to be asking, why am I alone?
22229	The faithfu''heart will aye, mother, Put trust in ane above, And how can folks gang bare, mother, Wrapp''d in the faulds o''love?
22229	The grass mourns in the sunbeam, In gums weep the trees And in dye; And if mourn meadow and stream-- Inanimate these-- May not I?
22229	The gudeman he speaks about corn and lan'',"Hoo''s the markets,"says he,"are they risen or fa''en?
22229	The wood- pigeon mourns his mate, The caged birds bewail Freedom gone; Shall not man mourn over fate?
22229	The wound who can bind When thus pierced is the mind By fate''s ruthless arrow?
22229	Then why should we despair in spring, Who braved out wintry weather?
22229	Then why should we despair in spring, Who braved out wintry weather?
22229	Then ye''ll gang down by Holylee-- Ye needna look sae scared-- For wha kens but at Holylee Ye''ll aiblins meet the Laird?
22229	There''s meikle bliss,& c."How daur ye tak''sic freedoms here?"
22229	To- day, my love, to- day, But, if he would indulge regret, Or dwell with bygone sorrow, When shall we weep-- if weep we must?
22229	WHAT IS IN THIS FLAUNTING TOWN?
22229	WHY IS MY SPIRIT SAD?
22229	What ails my heart-- what dims my e''e?
22229	What ails ye, my lassie, my dawtie, my ain?
22229	What ails ye, my lassie, my dawtie, my ain?
22229	What all the bustling crowd That throngs these ways from morn to night Array''d in trappings proud?
22229	What makes this hour a day to me?
22229	What though no act of wrong e''er stain''d the fame of Jervieswoode, Shall it protect him in those times that he is wise and good?
22229	What, what is all the city din?
22229	When shall I visit my country again?
22229	Where are they?
22229	Which is better-- who can say?-- Lucy grave or Mary gay?
22229	Why gaze on that pale face, Childless one, childless one?
22229	Why is my spirit sad?
22229	Why is my spirit sad?
22229	Why is my spirit sad?
22229	Why is my spirit sad?
22229	Why seek this lonely place?
22229	Why should I confine my love?
22229	Why, by heart, so weary, weary, To and fro by passion whirl''d?-- Why so weary, weary, weary, Why so weary of the world?
22229	Will they ever come again, To shed a gleam of joy on us, And win the heart from pain?
22229	Will you tell Mr Crawford how much pleasure he has given to a poor invalid?"
22229	Wilt thou with me pass o''er the sea To the land of hill and hollow?"
22229	Wilt thou, beside thy native Rhone, E''er for our distant streamlets sigh?
22229	With heue- a- lowe, What weneth the king of England, So soon to have won Scotland?
22229	Would you be young again?
22229	how thinks the age?
22229	in mercy speak, Has Heaven heard my prayer, lassie?
22229	much as we may love thee, We''ll dry the tears that we have shed before; Why should we weep to sail in search of fortune?
22229	pray tell me how Thou lovest to spend a serene May morning, When dew- drops are twinkling on every bough, And violets wild each glade adorning?
22229	pray tell me when Thy happiest moments the fates allow thee?
22229	what except a mockery vain Of nature free as fair, That dazzles rather than delights The eye that meets its glare?
22229	what had I to do for to marry?
22229	where is their chieftain so dear?
22229	where my childhood''s hearth--those hearts sae kind and free,-- When a''is unco groun save the auld aik- tree?
22229	who can then be true?
22229	why hang thy head?
22229	wilt thou go?
22229	wilt thou tell me where Thou lovest most to be softly gleaming?
19525	What seek ye there, my daughter dear? 19525 Will ye gang down the water- side, And see the waves sae sweetly glide Beneath the hazels spreading wide?
19525	_ And can thy bosom bear the thought To part frae love and me, laddie? 19525 _ O, saw ye this sweet bonnie lassie o''mine?
19525	''Tis Beauty; What can his love of fame control?
19525	''Tis Beauty; What gives a polish to the rude?
19525	''Tis Beauty; What gives the peasant''s lowly state A charm which wealth can not create, And on the good alone will wait?
19525	''Tis Beauty; What kindles his poetic fire?
19525	''Tis Beauty; What makes him seek, at evening''s hour, The lonely glen, the leafy bower, When dew hangs on each little flower?
19525	133 A wish burst, 133 I love the merry moonlight, 135 Oh, what are the chains of love made of?
19525	269 The maid of my heart, 270 Song of the emigrant, 271 This lassie o''mine, 272 JAMES TELFER, 273 Oh, will ye walk the wood wi''me?
19525	78 Bruce''s address, 79 Removed from vain fashion, 80 When shall we meet again?
19525	A light in yonder window''s seen, And wi''it seen is Menie Hay; Wha gazes on the dewy green, Where sits the bird upon the spray?
19525	AND CAN THY BOSOM?
19525	An''wha couldna sigh when memory''s revealing The scenes that surrounded our life''s early hame?
19525	An''where can we taste o''true pleasure, Gin no wi''the lassie we love?
19525	Are all those plighted vows forgot, Sae fondly pledged by thee, laddie?
19525	At an early period he composed the spirited and popular song, beginning"Oh, wha''s at the window, wha, wha?"
19525	At sic a time, in sic a way, What seek ye there, O Menie Hay?"
19525	But why hath one so fair, so young, The joys of life thus from her flung-- Why hath she ta''en the veil?
19525	But, Anna, why redden?
19525	Can the doctor cure her woe When she will not let him know Why the tears incessant flow From the love- sick maid?
19525	Can you collect the morning dew And, with the greatest pains, Beat every drop into a link, And of these links make chains?
19525	Can you twist a rope of beams of the sun, Or have you power to seize, And round your hand, like threads of silk, Wind up the wandering breeze?
19525	Canst thou forget the midnight hour, When in yon love- inspiring bower, You vow''d by every heavenly power You''d ne''er lo''e ane but me, laddie?
19525	Charlie''s bonnet''s down,& c. HEARD YE THE BAGPIPE?
19525	Couldst thou reconcile To leave this dear isle, In a far unknown country, where dangers there be?
19525	Heirs of the fame as the hills of your fathers; Say, shall the Southern-- the Sassenach fear us When to the war- peal each plaided clan gathers?
19525	I go across a bluer wave than now girds round my bark, As forth the dove went trembling-- but to my Father''s ark Shall I return?
19525	IS YOUR WAR- PIPE ASLEEP?
19525	If their fate be woven of a texture similar to that of mine, how can they help it?
19525	Is the sigh, and the tear, and all forgot, The vow and the promise broken?
19525	Is your war- pipe asleep, and for ever?
19525	Man''s vigour shall fail As his locks shall grow hoary, And where is the tale Of his youth and his glory?
19525	Must life still intervene?
19525	My jewel, what would come o''thee?
19525	My kind, my independent mother; While thought and feeling rule my frame, Can I forget the mountain heather?
19525	Nae langer could he thole, She tore his vera soul, He dighted her bonnie blue e''e;"Oh, what was it you said, Oh my ain loving maid?
19525	O what is the haill warld''s treasure, Gane nane o''its pleasures we prove?
19525	OH, HAST THOU FORGOTTEN?
19525	OH, WHAT ARE THE CHAINS OF LOVE MADE OF?
19525	OH, WILL YE WALK THE WOOD WI''ME?
19525	Oh, hast thou forgotten that moment of bliss, So fraught with the heart''s full feeling?
19525	Oh, hast thou forgotten that sacred spot, Where the farewell word was spoken?
19525	Oh, hast thou forgotten the birk tree''s shade, And this warm, true heart o''mine, Mary?
19525	Oh, hast thou forgotten the promise thou made, When so fondly''t was pressed to thine, Mary?
19525	Oh, hast thou forgotten, what I ne''er can forget, The hours we have spent together?
19525	Oh, wha''s at the window, wha, wha?
19525	Oh, will ye walk the green?
19525	Or how on glorious Bannockburn The work went wild and well?
19525	Or saw ye the kind love that speaks in her e''e?
19525	Or saw ye the smile on her cheek sae divine?
19525	Or will ye sit within mine arms, My ain kind Jean?"
19525	SAW YE MY ANNIE?
19525	Saw ye my Annie, Saw ye my Annie, Saw ye my Annie, Wading''mang the dew?
19525	Shall the pibroch, that welcom''d the foe to Benaer, Be hush''d when we seek the dark wolf in his lair, To give back our wrongs to the giver?
19525	Sing ever O, and ra- ill O, Ra- ill O, Sing ever O, and ra- ill O, Was ever a May like my fairy?
19525	T. G. TORRY ANDERSON, 158 The Araby maid, 160 The maiden''s vow, 160 I love the sea, 162 GEORGE ALLAN, 163 Is your war- pipe asleep?
19525	That white hand of thine Might I take into mine, Could I ever repine, Or from tenderness vary?
19525	The bloom of the moss- rose, the blush of the morning, The soft cheek of Kathleen discloses their dye; What ruby can rival the lip of mavourneen?
19525	The window''s shut, the light is gane, And wi''it gane is Menie Hay; But wha is seen upon the green, Kissing sweetly Menie Hay?
19525	Then let our favourite toast Be Beauty; Is it not king and peasant''s boast?
19525	There''s gowd in gowpens got, they say, on India''s sunny strand, Then wha would bear to linger here in this bleak, barren land?
19525	WHA''S AT THE WINDOW?
19525	WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN?
19525	WHERE ARE THEY?
19525	Wad marriage mak''you young again?
19525	Wad woman''s love renew you?
19525	Was the crocodile full of the flesh of his prey?
19525	Wha could behold thy rosy cheek And no feel love''s sharp pang, Annie; What heart could view thy smiling looks, And plot to do thee wrang, Annie?
19525	What like is your Annie, What like is your Annie, What like is your Annie, That we may ken her be?
19525	What melts the soldier''s soul?
19525	What need we say how Wallace fought, And how his foemen fell?
19525	What seek ye there, O Menie Hay?"
19525	What sight- dazzling diamond can equal her eye?
19525	What tames the savage mood?
19525	What wakes the Poet''s lyre?
19525	When did the blue bonnet crest the disloyal?
19525	When hath the tartan plaid mantled a coward?
19525	When shall Peace wreath her chain Round us for ever?
19525	When shall our hearts repose, Safe from each breath that blows, In this dark world of woes?
19525	When shall we meet again, Meet ne''er to sever?
19525	When you to distant shores are gane How could I bear to tarry, Where ilka tree and ilka stane Would mind me o''my Mary?
19525	Where are they?--where?
19525	Where art thou wandering?
19525	Who say''tis fit we now should part And never meet again?
19525	Who would not brave the stormiest main Within that blissful isle to be, Exempt from sight or sense of pain?
19525	Why linger''d the panther far back in his woods?
19525	Why round yon craggy rocks Wander thy heedless flocks, While lambies are list''ning and bleating for thee?
19525	Why so fast flies the bark through the ocean''s foam, Why wings it so speedy a flight?
19525	Wilt thou shrink from the doom thou canst shun not, M''Crimman?
19525	Wilt thou shrink from the doom thou canst shun not?
19525	Wilt thou-- wilt thou gang and leave me-- Win my heart and then deceive me?
19525	Wilt thou-- wilt thou gang and leave me-- Win my heart and then deceive me?
19525	Yet why should I ponder, or why should I grieve O''er the joys that my childhood has known?
19525	[ 19] Oh, what are the chains of Love made of, The only bonds that can, As iron gyves the body, thrall The free- born soul of man?
19525	[ 21] Is your war- pipe asleep, and for ever, M''Crimman?
19525	[ 30] Oh, wha''s at the window, wha, wha?
19525	[ 36]"Oh, will ye walk the wood wi''me?
19525	couldst thou hold a thought that would cause her to grieve, Or think for one moment from Norah to part?
19525	gin I were where Gadie rins, 117 JOHN TWEEDIE, 120 Saw ye my Annie?
19525	have I not worshipp''d all Her shining creations well?
19525	is na this a joyous day, a''Nature''s breathing forth, In gladness an''in loveliness owre a''the wide, wide earth?
19525	tell me what drop is most melting and meek That aught''neath the azure of heaven can share?
19525	tell me what light, of the earth or the sky, Can the deepest delight to the spirit impart?
19525	tell me what sound is the sweetest to hear-- The sound that can most o''er our being prevail?
19525	waes me, where is Menie Hay?
19525	was it not a glorious eye That smiled on my early dream?
19525	what fiend bids ye blow To waft my dear Zoopah far, far from my view?
19525	when will the exile return?
19525	when will the exile return?
19525	when, The return of its gladness?
19525	where has the exile his home?
19525	where has the exile his home?
19525	who will comfort bring to the love- sick maid?
19525	why left I my hame?''
19525	why slumber''d the wrath of thy clouds, When the savage white men dragg''d my Zoopah away?
19525	why, why didst thou leave The girl who holds thee so dear in her heart?
19525	wilt thou leave me to woe?
22142	Oh, tell me, fair madam, are ye bonnie Jeanie Graham?
22142	Oh, whan will ye be back,sae kindly did she speir,"Oh, whan will ye be back, my hinny and my dear?"
22142	Whatna stoure carl is this,quo''the dame,"Sae gruff and sae grand, and sae feckless and sae lame?"
22142	250 Flowers of summer, 251 Home of my fathers, 252 What ails my heart?
22142	A belted knicht is by her side, I''m but a squire o''low degree; A baron halds her bridle- rein-- And how culd my luve think o''me?
22142	And did he go unfriended, poor, alone?
22142	And how shall bark so frail as mine that beetling beach come near, Where rages betwixt cliff and surf the battle- din of fear?
22142	And must I in a land afar from home and kindred lie?
22142	And what want ye wi''sic a bonnie bird?
22142	Are none of thy kindred in life now remaining, To tell a sad tale of destruction and woe?"
22142	Are the dyes of the dolphin more fair?
22142	But was there not something awanting to complete the unity of the scene?
22142	Can ye lo''e the burn, lassie, That loups amang linns?
22142	Can ye lo''e the knowes, lassie, That ne''er war in rigs?
22142	Can you lo''e, my dear lassie, The hills wild and free; Whar''the sang o''the shepherd Gars a''ring wi''glee?
22142	Canst thou not guess what taught his steps to stray?
22142	Dear Aunty, what think ye o''auld Johnny Graham?
22142	Did none of those who, in a favour''d land The shelter of the gospel tree had known, Desire to see its peaceful shade expand?
22142	Does sickness force her stay?
22142	Donald, my brother, in death art thou sleeping?
22142	Dost thou see yon yard sae green, Speckled wi''mony a mossy stane?
22142	Far in the sea''s mysterious depths The lowly dead are laid, Hath not the ocean''s dreadful voice Their burial service said?
22142	Fleurs was like the"Ida Vale"of Spenser:--"In Ida vale,( who knows not Ida vale?)
22142	For a''sae sage he looks, what can the laddie ken?
22142	For wealth or fame ye''ve left your Jean, Forgat your plighted vow, Willie; Can honours proud dispel the cloud, That darkens on your brow, Willie?
22142	Had she na baked the Christmas pasty, Think ye it had been sae fine?
22142	Hae ye dreamt ye heard, i''the bowers o''heaven, The angel''s melodie?
22142	Have not the quiring tempests rung The dirges of the dead?
22142	Have ye an ear can be delighted?
22142	He was then collecting his"Jacobite Relics,"and the Duke asked him what was his latest ballad?
22142	Her voice-- hae ye heard the goudspink''s note, By bowery glen or brake?
22142	Hey, my bonnie wee lassie, Blythe and cheerie wee lassie, Will ye we d a canty carle, Bonnie, bonnie wee lassie?
22142	Hey, my bonnie wee lassie, Blythe and cheerie wee lassie, Will ye we d a canty carle, Bonnie, bonnie wee lassie?
22142	Hey, my bonnie wee lassie, Blythe and cheerie wee lassie, Will ye we d a canty carle, Bonnie, smiling wee lassie?
22142	How can she be cheery, Since weel she maun ken I am parted frae thee?
22142	I fear to own its charms, Or tear it frae its parent stem; For should it wither in mine arms, What would revive my bonnie gem?
22142	I loved thee-- need I say how well?
22142	Is it the musical chime on the hill, That sweetly ringeth when all is still?
22142	Is it the sheep- bell among the ling, Or the early milkmaid carolling?
22142	Oh, was I then a thing sae mean, For nought but beauty prized, Willie; Caress''d a''e day, then flung away, A fading flower despised, Willie?
22142	Oh, what is life, with love denied?
22142	Oh, whence rings out that merry, merry peal?
22142	Oh, where are the brave men gone?
22142	Oh, where are the heroes of the north?
22142	Oh, where are the pretty men of yore?
22142	Oh, where are the trews and plaid?
22142	Oh, where now the broad bright claymore?
22142	Oh, where now the merry Highland heart?
22142	Oh, where snared ye that bonnie, bonnie bird?
22142	Oh, where wiled ye that winsome fairy?
22142	Old and new, the worlds of light, Who bridged the gulf of Middle Night?
22142	Or fancied ye listen''d the sang o''the spheres As they swung on their path on hie?
22142	Or groan''st thou in chains of some barbarous foe?
22142	Or is it fate, or failing love, That keeps my love away, To make the hour a day to me, And make the day a year?
22142	Or let one tear mine eyelids steep, While thus I cast thee off for ever?
22142	Or listen''d ye e''er to the mermaid''s lay, By sea or mountain lake?
22142	Or the bonnie green howmes, Where it cannilie rins, Wi''a cantie bit housie, Sae snug by its side?
22142	Or the bonnie loune lee, Where the sweet robin bigs?
22142	Or the sang o''the lintie, Whan wooin''his bride?
22142	Or the steep rocky glens, Where the wild falcons bide?
22142	Or yet the biscuit sae delicious That we crumpit to the wine?
22142	Say,--will ye marry me, lassie?
22142	She blooms in beild o''castle wa'', I bide the blast o''povertie; My covert looks are treasures stown-- Sae how culd my luve think o''me?
22142	She looks a''around her, and what sees she there But quarrels and cavils, but sorrow and care?
22142	That airy dance, what signifies the madness that inspires?
22142	The bonnie, bonnie bairn sits pokin''in the ase, Glowerin''in the fire wi''his wee round face; Laughin''at the fuffin low-- what sees he there?
22142	Then tell me your doubts and your fears, Keep naething hid frae me, Jamie; Are ye afraid o''coming years, O''darker days to me, Jamie?
22142	To wean the heart frae warldly grief, Frae warldly moil an''care, Could maiden smile a lovelier smile, Or drap a tend''rer tear?
22142	WHAT AILS MY HEART?
22142	WHAT MAKES THIS HOUR?
22142	We part,--yet wherefore should I weep, From faithless thing like thee to sever?
22142	What ails my heart-- what dims my e''e?
22142	What ither choice does fate afford, Than just to mourn and dee, Sin''gane the star that cheer''d my sky, The beam that bless''d my e''e?
22142	What makes this day a year?
22142	What makes this hour a day to me?
22142	What maks you seem sae wae, Jamie?
22142	What though they sprung frae simple bards, Wha kent nae rules of art?
22142	Where are the elders of our glen, Wise arbiters for meaner men?
22142	Where are the maidens of our vale, Those fair, frank daughters of the Gael?
22142	Where are the sportsmen, keen of eye, Who track''d the roe against the sky; The quick of hand, of spirit free?
22142	Where was the presiding divinity?"
22142	While all on earth, and in the skies, In transports fervently rejoice, Shall man refuse to raise his voice, And welcome Spring returning?
22142	Who rung the loud alarm To be free, To be free?
22142	Who rung the loud alarm To be free?
22142	Why do you heave sic heavy sighs, Why do ye sab sae sair, love?
22142	can she inconstant prove?
22142	he cried( his usual introductory exclamation),"do_ you_ bake the bread?"
22142	it flutters in the sere, And what avails its dance in air, with dust and down- come near?
22142	like a craven why should I complain?
22142	what fears should daunt,--for what welcomes e''er outran The welcome that I bring with me, my call from God and man?