When Stretch'd On One's Bed
Jane Austen
1775 to 1817
Track 1
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.
Easy Mode - Auto check enabled
That may busy the world as it goes!
Ring they Peels, toll they Knells,
The Corse may be carried
Can attract our attention or Ears!
Or the Guests, be they Beggars or Lords.
If a company dines
How little the Bells,
To conjecture or learn
With a fierce-throbbing head,
When stretch'd on one's bed
Tis in health and in ease
We can feel on no subject besides.
How little one minds
O'er the Sauces and Stews,
Of our Dance-loving friends at a Ball!
Which precludes alike thought or repose,
Ev'ry faculty chains;
What their flounces or hearts may befall.
Our own bodily pains
How short is one's muse
The Bride may be married,
For our friends and our souls to provide.
For the waltzes and reels
For the grandest affairs
How little one feels
And touch nor our hopes nor our fears.
On the best that the Season affords!
How little one cares
We the power must seize
How slight one's concern