| Hint | Answer | % Correct |
|---|---|---|
| O | Ah, love, let us be {true} | 100%
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| Q | Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor {light}, | 100%
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| O | So various, so beautiful, so {new}, | 100%
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| A | The sea is calm {tonight}. | 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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| R | And we are here as on a darkling {plain} | 67%
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| G | Begin, and cease, and then again {begin}, | 67%
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| J | Hearing it by this distant northern {sea}. | 67%
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| H | Into his mind the turbid ebb and {flow} | 67%
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| L | Its melancholy, long, withdrawing {roar}, | 67%
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| E | Listen! you hear the grating {roar} | 67%
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| H | Sophocles long {ago} | 67%
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| Q | Swept with confused alarms of struggle and {flight}, | 67%
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| P | To lie before us like a land of {dreams}, | 67%
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| P | To one another! for the world, which {seems} | 67%
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| L | Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s {shore} | 67%
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| M | And naked shingles of the {world}. | 33%
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| C | At their return, up the high {strand}, | 33%
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| N | But now I only {hear} | 33%
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| B | Come to the window, sweet is the {night-air}! | 33%
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| I | Find also in the sound a {thought}, | 33%
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| C | Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England {stand}, | 33%
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| D | Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil {bay}. | 33%
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| I | Heard it on the Ægean, and it {brought} | 33%
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| M | Lay like the folds of a bright girdle {furled}. | 33%
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| R | Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for {pain}; | 33%
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| J | Of human misery; {we} | 33%
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| F | Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and {fling}, | 33%
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| N | Of the night-wind, down the vast edges {drear} | 33%
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| D | Only, from the long line of {spray} | 33%
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| K | Retreating, to the {breath} | 33%
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| G | The eternal note of sadness {in}. | 33%
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| K | The Sea of {Faith} | 33%
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| B | The tide is full, the moon lies {fair} | 33%
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| C | Where the sea meets the moon-blanched {land}, | 33%
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| F | With tremulous cadence slow, and {bring} | 33%
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