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 |
|---|---|
| 15165 | A glance at the strange world around him he throws-- Whence came he? |
| 15165 | And when we reach fair Sion''s hill, Where angel hosts in bliss abide, Shall we not clasp the hands of those Whom once we lost-- the other side? |
| 15165 | And where is the patriot hiding his face? |
| 15165 | Are the stars o''erhead Things as divine and glorious as poesy Is wo nt to sing? |
| 15165 | But when darling Hywel''s near me, what care I for woodland glory? |
| 15165 | Dear cottages of Cymru, what country holds their peer? |
| 15165 | Do you know-- have you seen-- my sweet Dolly, Who pastures her flocks on Eryri? |
| 15165 | Full well may women weep, we wives and daughters Whose men are on the deep; But who can tell our anguish when thy waters In stormy anger leap? |
| 15165 | Hast thou some star in yonder heights To guide thee on thy way, And warn thee of the changing years And seasons, day by day? |
| 15165 | May we not dream they feel with us When we by various ills are tried, That when we triumph over sin, They triumph too-- the other side? |
| 15165 | May we not hope that more and more The day for which we long have sighed They long for too-- that we with them May praise the Lamb-- the other side? |
| 15165 | My dog about me as of yore Plays seek and fetch as we go home; But, Ellen, why dost thou no more To meet me in the gloaming come? |
| 15165 | O Cymru, my land, dost know of this ill? |
| 15165 | Oh where with such variety Her charms doth nature pour, Or beauties lavish as on thee, Thou world in miniature? |
| 15165 | Or age, beneath it''s crown of snow- white hair? |
| 15165 | Or gallant youth, or baby from the breast? |
| 15165 | Or queen of smiles and charms, some maiden fair? |
| 15165 | The heart I gave thee free from thorn Why seek to wound with coldness, sweet? |
| 15165 | What though in spite of rain and dew The lilies on their grave have died? |
| 15165 | What though their bodies in the earth We laid to wait the Judgment- tide? |
| 15165 | Who first shall rest here? |
| 15165 | Who hath not Within him felt some long forgotten world Sweep through the corner of his former self, Or touch some jutting peak of memory? |
| 15165 | Who in this new God''s acre first shall rest? |
| 15165 | Who in this new God''s acre? |
| 15165 | Who_ first_ shall rest here? |
| 15165 | Why should we Weep? |
| 15165 | Why should we weep for those we love, Who in the faith of Christ have died? |
| 15165 | and landward gently creeping, No longer sullen break; All nature now is still and softly sleeping, And why art thou awake? |
| 14232 | And is that the crown of thorns that thy beauteous head is caging? |
| 14232 | And is that the little son in the stall I was caring? 14232 And is that the little son whom nine months I was bearing?" |
| 14232 | And is this the very hammer that struck the sharp nails thro''thee? |
| 14232 | And this the very spear that thy white side pierced and slew thee? |
| 14232 | Now, but for King Herring, What''ood you be wearing, How''ood you be faring How keep ye warm? 14232 O Peter, O Apostle, my bright Love, hast thou found him?" |
| 14232 | O woman, why weepest thou my death that leads to pardon? |
| 14232 | Seek yonder hall, and pore on all The portraits of thy race; The courage high that fires each eye Canst thou endure to face? |
| 14232 | What good were that to thee? |
| 14232 | Wherefore hast thou come? |
| 14232 | Who is yonder stately Man on the Tree His passion showing? |
| 14232 | A CHRISTMAS CAROL OF THE EPIPHANY Now who are these who from afar Follow yon solitary star? |
| 14232 | And I, why should I tarry longer here To be a burden on you year by year? |
| 14232 | And is that the little son this Mary''s breast was draining?" |
| 14232 | Are yonder stars above As spiritually, magnificently bright As Poesy feigns? |
| 14232 | At morn where wouldst thou rise? |
| 14232 | Beneath what other heaven are they found? |
| 14232 | But in the middle of the night He rose and sighed:"Where are ye now, poor hapless ones? |
| 14232 | But where, oh, where is mighty Cathair? |
| 14232 | Can not the clargy be Irishmen too?" |
| 14232 | HOW KING CORMAC ORDERED HIS YOUTH CARBERY"O Cormac, grandson of Conn, say sooth, How didst thou order thy days in youth?" |
| 14232 | Have ye the dropsy, the gout, the autopsy? |
| 14232 | How, now can ye hoist your sails? |
| 14232 | If the labourer were sped, Where would be Christ''s Wine and Bread? |
| 14232 | Imaginations? |
| 14232 | In Christ''s own eyes of endless youth Can this same truth be said of thee? |
| 14232 | Infants would ye smother? |
| 14232 | Is it not better all thy life to bide Lord of thyself than all the earth beside? |
| 14232 | Is there then no sure relief, Thou arch- murderer and thief, Death, from thine o''ermastering law-- Thy monstrous maw can none shun? |
| 14232 | Is this the end? |
| 14232 | KING CORMAC''S WORST ENEMY"O Cormac Mac Art, of your enemies''garrison, Who is the worst for your witty comparison?" |
| 14232 | Learned scholar, jurist proud, Lifted god- like o''er the crowd, Can your keenest counsel''s aid Dispel Death''s shade enshrouding? |
| 14232 | Lord shall these laughing leaves and flowers Their joyful use forget? |
| 14232 | None answering thee? |
| 14232 | Now how far Have ye on foot to travel, by sun and moon and star?" |
| 14232 | O ye rich, in all your pride Through the ages would ye bide, Wherefore not with Death compound, Ere underground he hide you? |
| 14232 | Oh, why start a- fishing Far, far and across the foam? |
| 14232 | Once the Bishop looked grave at your jest, Till this remark set him off wid the rest:"Is it lave gaiety All to the laity? |
| 14232 | Or must she no more return to the river? |
| 14232 | Overthrower of kings, in whom now is thy trust? |
| 14232 | PLAS GOGERDDAN( After Ceiriog to a Welsh Air)"Without thy Sire hast thou returned?" |
| 14232 | Purple or buckram-- wherefore make ado What coat may cover, so the heart be true? |
| 14232 | Saith St. Berned the Saint, ripe Wisdom''s mouth ever;"In sleep shall God nod, Who hath sworn to deliver?" |
| 14232 | Shall then the very King sublime Keep thee and me in constant thought, Out of the countless names of naught Swept on the surging stream of time? |
| 14232 | Strength to grace? |
| 14232 | THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITY CARBERY"Cormac, grandson of Conn, what dues hath a Chief and an ale- house?" |
| 14232 | THE WORST WAY OF PLEADING CARBERY"O Cormac Mac Art, of Wisdom exceeding, What is the evilest way of pleading?" |
| 14232 | TO THE MEMORY OF JOHN OWEN HARLECH CHOIRMASTER Who is this they bear along the street In his coffin through the sunshine sweet? |
| 14232 | Then if high Fortune far from thee take wing, Why shouldst thou envy Counsellor or King? |
| 14232 | Then, when Heaven and earth and sea Are joining in Love''s jubilee; While morning stars make melody, Shall man be mute alone? |
| 14232 | To no earth or sky allegiance he oweth; He comes, who knows why? |
| 14232 | Travellers by sea and land On remotest mount or strand, Have ye found one secret spot Where Death is not commanding? |
| 14232 | What greater joy could be? |
| 14232 | What hath she in store? |
| 14232 | What if she be scarred or scoffers make light of her? |
| 14232 | What is the moon but a lamp of fire That God shall relume in His season? |
| 14232 | What prince has quaffed a rarer? |
| 14232 | What shoulders now shall match the mighty fold Of Ossian''s mantle? |
| 14232 | What soul But sometimes thrills with hauntings of a world For long forgotten, at a glimpse begotten Once more, then gone again? |
| 14232 | What''s gold to prudence? |
| 14232 | Whence journey they and what the quest That turns their faces towards the west? |
| 14232 | Where is Feradach''s robe, Where his diadem famed, Round which, as it flamed, Plumed ranks deployed? |
| 14232 | Where wouldst, thou lay thee down? |
| 14232 | Where''ood you be going? |
| 14232 | Who are these whose praises pealing From beyond the Morning Star Earthward solemnly are stealing Down the distance faint and far? |
| 14232 | Who is this for whom the hillward track Glooms with mounting lines of mourners black? |
| 14232 | Who is this so many comrades crave, Turn by turn, to carry to the grave? |
| 14232 | Why on a pitch- pine floor instead At night make head against all weathers? |
| 14232 | Why, Michael, tarry My fervent prayer with upward wing Unto the King, the great High King Of Heaven and Earth, to carry? |
| 14232 | With wondering ear the children cease playing; The voice that they hear, what can it be saying? |
| 14232 | Within us Thy word once more Thou sowest, but-- sore beset With worldly weeds-- for Thy threshing floor Shall it ever ripen yet? |
| 14232 | Without one hour of war or strife Through all my life at peace I fare; Where better can I keep my tryst With our Lord Christ, O brother Guare? |
| 14232 | Yea? |
| 14232 | one was late for it, And friends cry aghast:"How long must he wait for it?" |
| 14232 | shall Fate her boon give her? |
| 14232 | to mother''s love what matters Passing time or tide? |
| 14232 | was it yesterday or four years since He beamed upon our sight? |
| 14232 | whence do these fancies flow? |
| 18523 | Fair lady, may I ask your name? 18523 I mourn for Rhun; doth not the stranger tread, With spurning foot, upon his lowly bed? |
| 18523 | Whence is the light on my spirit cast, A glance of the future, a dream of the past? 18523 ***** Who cometh from Edom with might, Far brighter than day at its dawn? 18523 All commotion now is ending, Why not thou thy constant rolling? 18523 And dost thou smile, my baby fair, Before my face so pale with care? 18523 And hast thou no misgiving? 18523 And is despair, dark, sullen, on my heart To plant its talons with a fatal dart? 18523 And is your guardian near? |
| 18523 | And must I be the only one to sing Thy dear loved name? |
| 18523 | And must we then sever, My country, my home? |
| 18523 | And the bloom of his radiant face? |
| 18523 | And what your purpose here? |
| 18523 | And where are hills like thine, or where Are vales so sweet, or scenes so fair, Such praise command? |
| 18523 | And where are warriors like thine own, Who in the battle''s front have shown So firm a stand? |
| 18523 | Answer me then, thou ocean deep, Insatiate gulf of things gone by, In thy green halls does the hero sleep? |
| 18523 | But art thou not, Helen, Reproving this stay, While fair sails are swelling To bear thee away? |
| 18523 | But where is she, whose voice had power To rouse the war storm''s awful might? |
| 18523 | Doth not his spirit wailing roam, The land his dying wishes bless''d? |
| 18523 | Farewell hoary minstrel, Gay infancy''s friend, What roof will protect thee? |
| 18523 | From what bright homestead far you came? |
| 18523 | God gives the sinful pagan food, Supplies the Ethiopian''s need, His very foes he fills with good, And shall he not his servants feed? |
| 18523 | H.--Should not the master of the house Know every undertaking? |
| 18523 | Has grief so dulled Prince Owain''s ear, Her melody he may not hear? |
| 18523 | He asks, as around him he glances,"Ye sov''reigns and princes so gay, Where are your engagements and pledges? |
| 18523 | He to the lion''s cubs gives food, To each fierce rambler of the wild, To the black raven''s glossy brood, And shall he not to every child? |
| 18523 | I ask''d not your name, or whence you came? |
| 18523 | I bent o''er the river, winding slow Through tangled brake and rocky bed: Say, do thy waters mourning flow Beside the mighty dead? |
| 18523 | If warlike chiefs with dawning day At Cattraeth met in dread array, The song records their splendid name; But who shall sing of Urien''s fame? |
| 18523 | In what delightful country strays Each gentle friend of youthful days? |
| 18523 | It is often asked, what is poetry? |
| 18523 | Made chords of magic sound arise, That flung their echoes through the skies, And gained the fame that never dies, My Father- land? |
| 18523 | Nor on you deign''d a look; Wherefore should you my wrath inflame, By taking me to book?" |
| 18523 | Nor urge the fervid chase? |
| 18523 | Or fear of tempests howling To issue from the hardy sod Before thy sisters break their pod? |
| 18523 | Pride, valour, freedom, treasures that have been, Do they all slumber in the grave of Rhun?" |
| 18523 | Say, can a mother e''er forget Her charge, her sucking babe neglect? |
| 18523 | Say, does the spirit of some warrior bard, With unseen form, float on the misty air, As if intent thy sacred heights to guard? |
| 18523 | Shall Roderic then tremble, And cowardly leave The faithful assembly To fight for a grave? |
| 18523 | Since God is always to them kind, Why do they die for want of aid? |
| 18523 | The mantle warm o''er us the night Throughout the dismal shadows; What makes our hearts so free and light? |
| 18523 | Then must I live in sorrow evermore No hope to cheer my spirit as of yore? |
| 18523 | There towering Snowdon, first in height, Or Cader Idris, dreary sight, And lonely Clwyd? |
| 18523 | Thou smilest now in blissful mood; May I not think, safe in His hand Thou mayest travel through this land? |
| 18523 | Thus part and for ever Submit to our doom? |
| 18523 | Two sparrows, as they are so small, Are purchas''d for a single mite; Though little, yet God feeds them all, Art thou less precious in his sight? |
| 18523 | W.--I''ll raise my voice, Mog, louder still, As sure as you were born, Why should you ask"How many loaves Came from the peck of corn?" |
| 18523 | W.--Your peevish growling, Mog, is worse, Yes, ten times worse and more, Still asking,"How this churning gave Less than the one before?" |
| 18523 | Was it fact or apparition? |
| 18523 | What chieftain defend? |
| 18523 | What for the world and its deceit, With myriad snares for youthful feet? |
| 18523 | What heart unblenched can dare to meet this day, A day of darkness and of dire dismay? |
| 18523 | What the wide world and all its sway Out of my Native Land? |
| 18523 | What, what are delicacies, say, And large possessions, what are they? |
| 18523 | Where are all the covenants sacred That mortal with mortals e''er made?" |
| 18523 | Where are my old companions dear, Who in those days with me did play? |
| 18523 | Where are songs read in bardic ring? |
| 18523 | Where are the bards, like thine, who''ve sung The warrior''s praise? |
| 18523 | Where are the fields and gardens fair Where once I sported free as air, Without despondency or care? |
| 18523 | Where are the guileless rites retain''d, And customs of our sires maintain''d? |
| 18523 | Where are they-- where are they to- day? |
| 18523 | Where do the merry maidens move, Who purely live and truly love-- Whose words do not deceitful prove? |
| 18523 | Where do they food to strangers give? |
| 18523 | Where doth the cuckoo early sing, In woodland, dell and valley? |
| 18523 | Where dwelleth all I love or praise? |
| 18523 | Where has the ancient Welsh remain''d? |
| 18523 | Where is each path and still retreat Where I with song held converse sweet With true poetic fire replete? |
| 18523 | Where is the harp of sweetest string? |
| 18523 | Where is the shrill blast of his bugle sound? |
| 18523 | Where kindly, liberally relieve? |
| 18523 | Where shall they go, where flee From the eternal torrent? |
| 18523 | Where streamlets deep o''er rocky cliffs Form cataracts so lofty? |
| 18523 | Where unsophisticated live? |
| 18523 | Wherefore should''st thou still be swelling? |
| 18523 | Who fought against the Romans''skill,"The conquerors of the world,"until They found thou wert"invincible,"My Father- land? |
| 18523 | Why are the royal maidens here, Heedless of Saxon foemen near? |
| 18523 | Why does he stay away from hound? |
| 18523 | Why does not some one of your literati translate them into English, and furnish us with the means of judging for ourselves? |
| 18523 | Why not cease thy restless heaving? |
| 18523 | Why smile the waste flow''rs, my sad footsteps surrounding? |
| 18523 | Wilt thou leave thy sparkling chamber Round my lady''s tower to clamber? |
| 18523 | Wilt thou not waken, bride of May, While the flowers are fresh, and the sweet bells chime? |
| 18523 | and must the task be mine, To the insensate mind thy name to bring? |
| 18523 | be still and quiet, Do not heed the wind and freshet, Nature wide is now fast sleeping, Why art thou so live and stirring? |
| 18523 | can it be They go to conquer and not with thee? |
| 18523 | if the mountain heather pined amidst the heaven''s own dew, Think ye the parterre''s wasting heat its freshness could renew? |
| 18523 | must I die so far from thee, my dear lov''d mountain land? |
| 18523 | the harp hath strung, With mighty hand? |
| 18523 | where dwells that dearest one My first affections fix''d upon, Dying with grief that I am gone? |
| 18523 | whither shall I from his anger flee; Where from his darts and wily snares be free? |
| 18523 | whither so soon art thou gone? |
| 18523 | who can wonder After thee man''s heart doth wander? |
| 18523 | why should I live to hear music resounding, Which can not awake ye, my lovely, my brave? |
| 18523 | you a soldier? |