For the Fallen
Laurence Binyon
1869 to 1943
How to Play Cloze Games
A cloze game is a reading comprehension activity where certain words are removed from a text and you need to fill in the blanks with the correct words. This helps improve vocabulary, reading comprehension, and understanding of context.
Type In Mode
In this mode, you can:
- Type your answers directly into the blank spaces
- Get instant feedback as you type - correct answers show green, incorrect show red
- Use the keyboard for faster input and navigation
- Submit answers to check your overall progress
Drag & Drop Mode
Switch to Drag & Drop mode to:
- Drag words from the word bank and drop them into blank spaces
- Click on words in the bank to automatically fill blanks
- Click on blanks to select or clear them
Game Features
- Word Skip Selector: Choose how frequently words are removed (every 4th, 5th, 6th word, etc.)
- Progress Bar: Shows your completion percentage
- Color Feedback: Green for correct answers, red for incorrect ones
- Audio Player: Listen to the musical arrangement while you play
- Show Missing Words: View all the correct answers if you need help
- Reset Game: Start over with the same poem
- New Game: Get a different random poem
- Print Poem: Print the poem with blanks for offline practice
Winning
When you fill all the blanks correctly, you'll see a congratulations message and confetti animation! The progress bar will show 100% completion.
Tips
- Read the entire poem first to understand the context
- Look for grammatical clues (verb tense, articles, etc.)
- Use the audio player to hear the rhythm and flow
- Start with easier word skip settings (like every 8th word) and work your way up
- Don't be afraid to use "Show Missing Words" if you get stuck!
- Try both Type In and Drag & Drop modes to see which you prefer
Missing Words
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There music in the midst of desolation
And a glory shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor years condemn.
At the going down of the sun in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
the innermost heart of their own land they are
As the stars are known to the Night;
As stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
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