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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Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
When winds were hurrying o’er the flood
Set every thread-bare sail,
Long has it waved on high,
O, better that her shattered hulk
And give her to the god of storms,—
Beneath it rung the battle shout,
And many an eye has danced to see
And there should be her grave;
No more shall feel the victor’s tread,
And waves were white below,
Or know the conquered knee;—
And burst the cannon’s roar;—
The lightning and the gale!
Shall sweep the clouds no more!
That banner in the sky;
Her deck, once red with heroes’ blood
The eagle of the sea!
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
Should sink beneath the wave;
The meteor of the ocean air
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Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon’s roar;— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more!
Her deck, once red with heroes’ blood Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o’er the flood And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor’s tread, Or know the conquered knee;— The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
O, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave; Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every thread-bare sail, And give her to the god of storms,— The lightning and the gale!