20 June 1743 to 9 March 1825 (~82)
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
Mount, child of morning, mount and sing,
And gaily thy fluttering wing,
And sound thy shrill alarms;
Bathed the fountains of the dew,
Thy sense is keen, joys are new;
The wide world opens to thy view,
And spreads its earliest charms.
Far showered around, the hill, the plain,
Catch the glad impulse of thy strain,
fling their veil aside;
While warm with hope and joy
Thy thrilling lay rings cheerily,
Love swells its notes, and liberty,
And youth’s exulting pride.
Thy little bosom no ill,
No gloomy thought, no wayward will:
'Tis all, and ease.
Like thy own plumes along the sky,
Thy tranquil days glide smoothly by;
No track behind as they fly
Proclaims departed peace.
'Twas thus my hopes aspired,
’Twas thus, with youthful ardour fired,
I thought to soar;
To snatch from fate the dazzling
Beyond the beam of vulgar eyes.
—Alas! th’ unbidden will rise:
Those days shall dawn no more.
How rose life’s morning star!
In bright procession round her
How danced the heavenly train!
Truth beckoned from her throne,
And Fame held high her starry crown,
While and Love looked smiling down,
Nor bade my toils vain.
Too soon the fond illusion passed;—
Too gay, too bright, too pure to last,
It melted from gaze.
And, narrowing with each coming year,
Life’s onward grew dark and drear,
While pride forbade, the starting
Would fall o’er happier days.
Still o’er my soul, changed and dead,
One lingering, doubtful beam is shed,
ray not yet withdrawn;
And still that twilight soft dear,
That tells of friends and former cheer,
Half me fain to linger here,
Half hope a second dawn.
Sing on! sing on! What heart so cold,
When a tale of joy is told,
But needs must sympathize?
As from some cherub of the sky
I hail morning melody.
—Oh, could I mount with thee on
And share thy ecstasies!