| Line | Word | Poet |
|---|
| The ___ are lovely, dark, and deep. / But I have promises to keep | |
| Do I ___ myself? / Very well then, I ___ myself, / (I am large, I contain multitudes.) | |
| I think that I shall never see / A poem lovely as a ___. | |
| Maybe it just sags / like a heavy load. // Or does it ___? | |
| A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, / A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and ____ | |
| In Flanders fields the ___ grow / between the crosses row on row | |
| All changed, changed utterly: / A terrible ___ is born | |
| Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun / The frumious ___! | |
| 'Beauty is ___, ___ beauty,' - that is all / Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. | |
| ...to the lonely sea and the sky, / And all I ask is a tall ship and a ___ to steer her by; | |
| Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? / Thou art more lovely, and more ___ | |
| In ___ did Kubla Khan / a stately pleasure-dome decree: | |
| Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' / Quoth the Raven: '___!' | |
| And ___ shall be no more; ___, thou shalt die. | |
| Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a ___? | |
| Old age should burn and rave at close of day; / ___, ___ against the dying of the light | |
| I could not love thee Dear, so much, / loved I not ___ more. | |
| ___, ___, you bastard, I'm through. | |
| Till we have built ___ / in England's green & pleasant land. | |
| '___' is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul | |
| Glory be to God for ___ things—/ For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; | |
| I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by / ___, starving hysterical naked, | |
| Tune is heard on the distant hill / For the caged bird sings of ___. | |
| To strive, to seek, to find, and not to ___. | |
| The ___ comes / on little cat feet. | |
| When all at once I saw a crowd,-- / A host of golden ___. | |
| 'My name is ___, king of kings / Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair! | |
| For the children, they mark, and the children, they know / The place where the ___ ends | |
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