Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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If a company dines
Can attract our attention or Ears!
Of our Dance-loving friends at a Ball!
That may busy the world as it goes!
How little the Bells,
For the grandest affairs
Our own bodily pains
How slight one's concern
We can feel on no subject besides.
O'er the Sauces and Stews,
For our friends and our souls to provide.
The Corse may be carried
Tis in health and in ease
On the best that the Season affords!
How short is one's muse
How little one cares
Ev'ry faculty chains;
For the waltzes and reels
Ring they Peels, toll they Knells,
To conjecture or learn
When stretch'd on one's bed
Or the Guests, be they Beggars or Lords.
Which precludes alike thought or repose,
We the power must seize
The Bride may be married,
How little one feels
And touch nor our hopes nor our fears.
How little one minds
With a fierce-throbbing head,
What their flounces or hearts may befall.
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You've successfully reconstructed the poem! Your understanding of poetry and attention to detail is impressive.
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which precludes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For the grandest affairs That may busy the world as it goes!
How little one feels For the waltzes and reels Of our Dance-loving friends at a Ball! How slight one's concern To conjecture or learn What their flounces or hearts may befall.
How little one minds If a company dines On the best that the Season affords! How short is one's muse O'er the Sauces and Stews, Or the Guests, be they Beggars or Lords.
How little the Bells, Ring they Peels, toll they Knells, Can attract our attention or Ears! The Bride may be married, The Corse may be carried And touch nor our hopes nor our fears.
Our own bodily pains Ev'ry faculty chains; We can feel on no subject besides. Tis in health and in ease We the power must seize For our friends and our souls to provide.