To Live Merrily
Robert Herrick
1591 to 1674
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
Now is the time for mirth;
Nor cheek or be dumb;
For with th' flowery earth
The golden is come.
The golden pomp is come;
For now tree does wear,
Made of her pap and gum,
beads of amber here.
Now reigns the Rose, and
Th' Arabian dew besmears
My uncontrolled brow,
And my hairs.
Homer, this health to thee!
In sack of a kind,
That it would make thee see,
Though wert ne'er so blind
Next, Virgil I'll call forth,
pledge this second health
In wine, whose each cup's
An Indian commonwealth.
A goblet next I'll drink
To Ovid; and suppose
Made he the pledge, he'd think
The had all one nose.
Then this immensive cup
Of wine,
Catullus! I quaff up
To that terse of thine.
Wild I am now with heat:
O Bacchus! cool thy rays;
Or frantic I shall eat
Thyrse, and bite the Bays!
Round, round, the roof run;
And being ravish'd thus,
Come, I will drink tun
To my Propertius.
Now, to Tibullus next,
This I drink to thee;
—But stay, I see a text,
That this presents to me.
Behold! Tibullus lies
Here burnt, whose small return
Of ashes scarce suffice
To fill little urn.
Trust to good verses then;
They only aspire,
When pyramids, as men,
Are lost i' th' fire.
And when all bodies meet
In Lethe to drown'd;
Then only numbers sweet
With endless life are crown'd.
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