| Hint | Answer | % Correct |
|---|---|---|
| I wandered lonely as a cloud | William Wordsworth | 76%
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| Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May | William Shakespeare | 74%
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| But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep | Robert Frost | 70%
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| Do not go gentle into that good night | Dylan Thomas | 66%
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| Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird | John Keats | 59%
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| Look on my Works, ye Mighty and despair! | Percy Bysshe Shelley | 59%
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| In the room the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo | T.S. Eliot | 43%
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| Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by! | W. B. Yeats | 42%
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| Hateful is the dark-blue sky, vaulted o'er the dark-blue sea | Alfred Tennyson | 38%
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| Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit of that forbidden tree | John Milton | 37%
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| He was my North, my South, my East and West | W.H. Auden | 36%
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| I caught this morning morning's minion | Gerard Manley Hopkins | 15%
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| The man had killed the thing he loved and so he had to die | Oscar Wilde | 15%
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| It was not death, for I stood up, and all the dead, lie down | Emily Dickenson | 13%
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| If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath, I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base | Siegfried Sassoon | 12%
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| I stood on the bridge at night, as the clocks were striking the hour | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | 11%
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| Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife | Thomas Gray | 10%
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| A youth of labour with an age of ease | Oliver Goldsmith | 1%
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