Hint | Answer | % Correct |
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O | Ah, love, let us be {true} | 100%
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R | And we are here as on a darkling {plain} | 100%
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G | Begin, and cease, and then again {begin}, | 100%
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Q | Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor {light}, | 100%
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J | Hearing it by this distant northern {sea}. | 100%
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H | Into his mind the turbid ebb and {flow} | 100%
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L | Its melancholy, long, withdrawing {roar}, | 100%
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E | Listen! you hear the grating {roar} | 100%
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H | Sophocles long {ago} | 100%
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O | So various, so beautiful, so {new}, | 100%
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Q | Swept with confused alarms of struggle and {flight}, | 100%
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A | The sea is calm {tonight}. | 100%
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P | To lie before us like a land of {dreams}, | 100%
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P | To one another! for the world, which {seems} | 100%
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A | Upon the straits; on the French coast the {light} | 100%
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Q | Where ignorant armies clash by {night}. | 100%
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M | And naked shingles of the {world}. | 50%
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C | At their return, up the high {strand}, | 50%
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N | But now I only {hear} | 50%
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B | Come to the window, sweet is the {night-air}! | 50%
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I | Find also in the sound a {thought}, | 50%
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C | Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England {stand}, | 50%
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D | Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil {bay}. | 50%
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I | Heard it on the Ægean, and it {brought} | 50%
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M | Lay like the folds of a bright girdle {furled}. | 50%
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R | Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for {pain}; | 50%
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J | Of human misery; {we} | 50%
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F | Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and {fling}, | 50%
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N | Of the night-wind, down the vast edges {drear} | 50%
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D | Only, from the long line of {spray} | 50%
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K | Retreating, to the {breath} | 50%
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G | The eternal note of sadness {in}. | 50%
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K | The Sea of {Faith} | 50%
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B | The tide is full, the moon lies {fair} | 50%
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L | Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s {shore} | 50%
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C | Where the sea meets the moon-blanched {land}, | 50%
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F | With tremulous cadence slow, and {bring} | 50%
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