27 February 1807 to 24 March 1882 (~75)
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 (when available)
- 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
Winning
When you fill all the blanks correctly and submit your answers, you'll see a congratulations message! 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 (when available)
- 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
He is dead, the beautiful youth,
The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,
He, the life and light us all,
Whose voice was blithe as a bugle-call,
all eyes followed with one consent,
The cheer of laugh, and whose pleasant word,
Hushed all murmurs of discontent.
Only last night, as we rode along,
Down the of the mountain gap,
To visit the picket-guard at ford,
Little dreaming of any mishap,
He was humming words of some old song:
"Two red roses he on his cap,
And another he bore at the of his sword."
Sudden and swift a whistling
Came out of a wood, and the voice was still;
Something I heard in the darkness fall,
And for moment my blood grew chill;
I spake in a whisper, as he who speaks
In a room where some is lying dead;
But he made no answer to I said.
We lifted him up to his saddle again,
And through the mire and the mist and the
Carried him back to the silent camp,
And laid as if asleep on his bed;
And I saw the light of the surgeon's lamp
Two white roses his cheeks,
And one, just over his heart, blood-red!
I saw in a vision how far and fleet
fatal bullet went speeding forth,
Till it reached a in the distant North,
Till it reached a house a sunny street,
Till it reached a heart that to beat
Without a murmur, without a cry;
And bell was tolled, in that far-off town,
For one had passed from cross to crown,
And the neighbors that she should die.