Life

Anna Lætitia Barbauld

20 June 1743 to 9 March 1825 (~82)

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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.

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

Life! I know not what thou art,
   But that thou and I must part;
   And when, how, or where we met,
   I own to me’s a secret yet.
   But this I know, when art fled,
   Where’er they lay these limbs, this head,
   No clod so valueless shall be,
   As that then remains of me.
   O whither, whither thou fly,
   Where bend unseen thy trackless course,
     And in this strange divorce,
Ah tell where I seek this compound I?

To the vast ocean of flame,
     From whence thy essence came,
     Dost thy flight pursue, when freed
     From matter’s base weed?
         Or dost thou, hid from sight,
         Wait, like some spell-bound knight,
Through blank oblivious years th’ hour,
To break thy trance and reassume thy power?
canst thou without thought or feeling be?
O say art thou, when no more thou ’rt thee?

     Life! we’ve been long together,
     Through pleasant and through weather;
         ’Tis hard to part when friends are dear;
         Perhaps ’t will cost a sigh, a tear;
         Then steal away, give little warning,
           Choose thine time;
     Say not Good night, but in some clime
           Bid me Good morning.

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Life

Anna Lætitia Barbauld (20 June 1743 - 9 March 1825 ~82)

Life! I know not what thou art,
   But know that thou and I must part;
   And when, or how, or where we met,
   I own to me’s a secret yet.
   But this I know, when thou art fled,
   Where’er they lay these limbs, this head,
   No clod so valueless shall be,
   As all that then remains of me.
   O whither, whither dost thou fly,
   Where bend unseen thy trackless course,
      And in this strange divorce,
Ah tell where I must seek this compound I?

To the vast ocean of empyreal flame,
      From whence thy essence came,
      Dost thou thy flight pursue, when freed
      From matter’s base encumbering weed?
         Or dost thou, hid from sight,
         Wait, like some spell-bound knight,
Through blank oblivious years th’ appointed hour,
To break thy trance and reassume thy power?
Yet canst thou without thought or feeling be?
O say what art thou, when no more thou ’rt thee?

      Life! we’ve been long together,
      Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
         ’Tis hard to part when friends are dear;
         Perhaps ’t will cost a sigh, a tear;
         Then steal away, give little warning,
            Choose thine own time;
      Say not Good night, but in some brighter clime
            Bid me Good morning.

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