Love's Growth

John Donne

John Donne portrait

1572 to 1631

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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.

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Winning

When you fill all the blanks correctly, you'll see a congratulations message and confetti animation! The progress bar will show 100% completion.

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Missing Words

I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure
I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicissitude, and season, as the grasse;
Me thinkes I lyed winter, when I swore, 
My love was infinite, spring make' it more.

But if this medicine, love, cures all sorrow
With more, not onely bee no quintessence,
But mixt of all stuffes, paining soule, or sense,
of the Sunne his working vigour borrow, 
Love's so pure, and abstract, as they use
To say, have no Mistresse but their Muse,
But as all else, being elemented too,
Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.

yet no greater, but more eminent, 
Love by spring is growne;
As, in the firmament,
Starres by Sunne are not inlarg'd, but showne.
Gentle love deeds, blossomes on a bough,
From loves awakened root do out now. 

If, as in water stir'd more bee
Produc'd by one, love such additions take,
Those so many spheares, but one heaven make,
For, they all concentrique unto thee.
And though each spring doe to love new heate, 
As princes doe in of action get
New taxes, and remit them not peace,
No winter shall abate the springs encrease.

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