Year | Quote | Type | Author or Title | % Correct |
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1478 | Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licóur Of which vertú engendred is the flour | Verse (collection of stories) | Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales | 77%
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1667 | Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste brought death into the world | Poem (epic) | John Milton, Paradise Lost | 74%
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1603 | For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause | Drama | William Shakespeare, Hamlet | 74%
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1599 | The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven | Drama | William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice | 74%
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1816 | "In Xanadu did [...]" "And close your eyes with holy dread For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise." | Poem | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kubla Khan | 68%
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1719 | I was exceedingly surprised, with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen in the sand. | Novel | Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe | 58%
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1726 | My Reconcilement to the Yahoo-kind in general might not be so difficult, if [...] | Satire | Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels | 57%
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1633 | Death be not proud, though some have called thee, mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so | Poem | John Donne, Sonnet X (Death Be Not Proud) | 56%
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1818 | I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert [...]" | Poem | Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias | 55%
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1794 | [...] In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? | Poem | William Blake, The Tyger | 55%
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1820 | "Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time" "[...] Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." | Poem (Ode) | John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn | 51%
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1818 | A THING of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; | Poem | John Keats, Endymion | 50%
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1922 | APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. | Poem | T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land | 48%
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1604 | Was this the face that launched a thousand ships / And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? | Drama | Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus | 45%
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1820 | O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead | Poem (Ode) | Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind | 40%
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1920 | Let us go then you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky, like a patient etherized upon a table | Poem | T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock | 36%
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1599 | Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. | Poem | Christopher Marlowe, The Passionate Shepherd to His Love | 35%
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1814 | And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. | Poem | Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty | 35%
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1750 | "The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea" "[...] (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God." | Poem (Elegy) | Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard | 35%
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1590 | But on his breast a bloudie Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord | Epic Poem | Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene | 34%
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1928 | That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Those dying generations—at their song | Poem | W. B. Yeats, Sailing to Byzantium | 33%
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1633 | For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout | Poem | John Donne, The Canonization | 32%
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1712 | What dire offence from amorous causes springs, what mighty contests rise from trivial things | Poem | Alexander Pope, The Rape of the Lock | 28%
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1843 | [violent feelings] produce in us a falseness in all our impressions of external things, which I would generally characterize as the 'Pathetic Fallacy' | Art Criticism | John Ruskin, Modern Painters | 28%
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1734 | Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man | Poem | Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man | 26%
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1612 | Ambition is like choler; which is an humor that maketh men active, earnest, full of alacrity, and stirring, if it be not stopped. | Essay | Francis Bacon, Of Ambition | 26%
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c. 1650 | For Fate with jealous eye does see Two perfect loves, nor lets them close; Their union would her ruin be, And her tyrannic pow’r depose. | Poem | Andrew Marvell, The Definition of Love | 21%
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1850 | [...] leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even;" " [...] And laid her face between her hands And wept, (I heard her tears)" | Poem | Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The Blessed Damozel | 21%
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1888 | I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul. | Poem | William Earnest Henley, Invictus | 21%
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c. 1855 | One face looks out from all his canvasses, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans; We found her hidden just behind those screens, That mirror gave back all her loveliness. | Poem | Christina Rossetti, In an Artist’s Studio | 17%
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1855 | Wandering between two worlds, one dead The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. | Poem | Matthew Arnold, Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse | 16%
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