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Post by kizolk on Jan 28, 2024 18:01:29 GMT
I'd forgotten to add the number of syllables for the tree, which I've now added.
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Post by Etaoin Shrdlu on Jan 28, 2024 18:22:12 GMT
One of the problem with that first blank is that many suitable expressions would take 'from' instead of 'of'. But prepositions change with time a lot. I wouldn't say 'liberated of', but maybe Twain did.
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Post by kizolk on Jan 28, 2024 18:27:51 GMT
Maybe he would, but "liberated" isn't correct! And the right word isn't a synonym.
Prepositions are a recurring issue with this game. They're among the first things I stop paying too much attention to when I enter stumped territory.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 28, 2024 18:36:33 GMT
independent of
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 28, 2024 18:37:41 GMT
sycamore tree
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Post by kizolk on Jan 28, 2024 18:40:42 GMT
Tom decided that he could be independent of Becky Thatcher now. Glory was sufficient. He would live for glory. Now that he was distinguished, maybe she would be wanting to "make up." Well, let her—she should see that he could be as indifferent as some other people. Presently she arrived. Tom pretended not to see her. He moved away and joined a group of boys and girls and began to talk. Soon he observed that she was tripping gayly back and forth with flushed face and dancing eyes, pretending to be busy chasing school-mates, and screaming with laughter when she made a capture; but he noticed that she always made her captures in his vicinity, and that she seemed to cast a conscious eye in his direction at such times, too. It gratified all the vicious vanity that was in him; and so, instead of winning him it only "set him up" the more and made him the more diligent to avoid betraying that he knew she was about. Presently she gave over skylarking, and moved irresolutely about, sighing once or twice and glancing furtively and wistfully toward Tom. Then she observed that now Tom was talking more particularly to Amy Lawrence than to any one else. She felt a sharp pang and grew disturbed and uneasy at once. She tried to go away, but her feet were t____ (two or three syllables; at least in AE it would usually be two I think), and carried her to the group instead. She said to a girl almost at Tom's elbow—with sham vivacity: "Why Mary Austin! you bad girl, why didn't you come to Sunday-school?" "I did come—didn't you see me?" "Why no! Did you? Where did you sit? "I was in Miss Peter's class, where I always go. I saw you." "Did you? Why it's funny I didn't see you. I wanted to tell you about the pic-nic." "O, that's jolly. Who's going to give it?" "My ma's going to let me have one." "O, goody; I hope she'll let me come." "Well she will. The pic-nic's for me. She'll let anybody come that I want, and I want you." "That's ever so nice. When is it going to be?" "By and by. Maybe about vacation." "O, won't it be fun! You going to have all the girls and boys?" "Yes, every one that's friends to me—or wants to be;" and she glanced ever so furtively at Tom, but he talked right along to Amy Lawrence about the terrible storm on the island, and how the lightning tore the great sycamore tree "all to flinders" while he was "standing within three feet of it." "O, may I come?" said Gracie Miller. "Yes." "And me?" said Sally Rogers. "Yes." "And me, too?" said Susy Harper. "And Joe?" "Yes."
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Post by kizolk on Jan 28, 2024 18:59:44 GMT
And another guess is very close to another blank. The blank in question is the remaining one; the "another guess" is one of the correct ones. |
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Post by Etaoin Shrdlu on Jan 28, 2024 19:11:59 GMT
Traitorous seems likelier than treacherous for the feet.
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Post by kizolk on Jan 28, 2024 19:14:52 GMT
Tom decided that he could be independent of Becky Thatcher now. Glory was sufficient. He would live for glory. Now that he was distinguished, maybe she would be wanting to "make up." Well, let her—she should see that he could be as indifferent as some other people. Presently she arrived. Tom pretended not to see her. He moved away and joined a group of boys and girls and began to talk. Soon he observed that she was tripping gayly back and forth with flushed face and dancing eyes, pretending to be busy chasing school-mates, and screaming with laughter when she made a capture; but he noticed that she always made her captures in his vicinity, and that she seemed to cast a conscious eye in his direction at such times, too. It gratified all the vicious vanity that was in him; and so, instead of winning him it only "set him up" the more and made him the more diligent to avoid betraying that he knew she was about. Presently she gave over skylarking, and moved irresolutely about, sighing once or twice and glancing furtively and wistfully toward Tom. Then she observed that now Tom was talking more particularly to Amy Lawrence than to any one else. She felt a sharp pang and grew disturbed and uneasy at once. She tried to go away, but her feet were treacherous, and carried her to the group instead. She said to a girl almost at Tom's elbow—with sham vivacity: "Why Mary Austin! you bad girl, why didn't you come to Sunday-school?" "I did come—didn't you see me?" "Why no! Did you? Where did you sit? "I was in Miss Peter's class, where I always go. I saw you." "Did you? Why it's funny I didn't see you. I wanted to tell you about the pic-nic." "O, that's jolly. Who's going to give it?" "My ma's going to let me have one." "O, goody; I hope she'll let me come." "Well she will. The pic-nic's for me. She'll let anybody come that I want, and I want you." "That's ever so nice. When is it going to be?" "By and by. Maybe about vacation." "O, won't it be fun! You going to have all the girls and boys?" "Yes, every one that's friends to me—or wants to be;" and she glanced ever so furtively at Tom, but he talked right along to Amy Lawrence about the terrible storm on the island, and how the lightning tore the great sycamore tree "all to flinders" while he was "standing within three feet of it." "O, may I come?" said Gracie Miller. "Yes." "And me?" said Sally Rogers. "Yes." "And me, too?" said Susy Harper. "And Joe?" "Yes." Traitorous seems likelier than treacherous for the feet. Maybe but he went with the latter! My next hint would have been about black ice. |
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 28, 2024 20:02:34 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT
In the blue depth of the waters,
Where the wave hath no _______,
Where the wind is a _______,
And the sea-snake hath life,
Where the _______ is decking
Her green _______ with _______;
Like the _______ on the surface
Came the sound of thy _______;
O'er my calm Hall of _______
The deep echo roll'd--
To the Spirit of Ocean
Thy wishes unfold!
FOURTH SPIRIT
Where the slumbering earthquake
Lies _______ on fire,
And the lakes of bitumen
Rise _______ higher;
Where the roots of the Andes
Strike deep in the earth,
As their summits to heaven
Shoot soaringly forth;
I have quitted my birth-place,
Thy bidding to bide--
Thy _______ hath subdued me,
Thy will be my _______!
FIFTH SPIRIT
I am the Rider of the wind,
The _______ of the storm;
The hurricane I left behind
Is yet with lightning warm;
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea
I swept upon the blast:
The _______ I met _______ well, and yet
'Twill _______ ere night be past.
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Post by kizolk on Jan 29, 2024 5:07:28 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT
In the blue depth of the waters,
Where the wave hath no shape/strife/wife/knife (the latter three are just for the rhyme. I can't think of other -ife words off the top of my head),
Where the wind is a dream,
And the sea-snake hath life,
Where the _______ is decking
Her green _______ with _______;
Like the ripples on the surface
Came the sound of thy voice/wish/desire/command/order;
O'er my calm Hall of seashells
The deep echo roll'd--
To the Spirit of Ocean
Thy wishes unfold!
FOURTH SPIRIT
Where the slumbering earthquake
Lies _______ on fire,
And the lakes of bitumen
Rise _______ higher;
Where the roots of the Andes
Strike deep in the earth,
As their summits to heaven
Shoot soaringly forth;
I have quitted my birth-place,
Thy bidding to bide--
Thy voice/wish/desire/command/order hath subdued me,
Thy will be my guide!
FIFTH SPIRIT
I am the Rider of the wind,
The Guardian/Dweller of the storm;
The hurricane I left behind
Is yet with lightning warm;
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea
I swept upon the blast:
The _______ I met _______ well, and yet
'Twill _______ ere night be past.
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Post by kizolk on Jan 29, 2024 11:18:55 GMT
The bringer of the storm
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 29, 2024 12:55:18 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT
In the blue depth of the waters,
Where the wave hath no strife,
Where the wind is a _______,
And the sea-snake hath life,
Where the _______ is decking
Her green _______ with _______;
Like the _______ on the surface
Came the sound of thy _______;
O'er my calm Hall of _______
The deep echo roll'd--
To the Spirit of Ocean
Thy wishes unfold!
FOURTH SPIRIT
Where the slumbering earthquake
Lies _______ on fire,
And the lakes of bitumen
Rise _______ higher;
Where the roots of the Andes
Strike deep in the earth,
As their summits to heaven
Shoot soaringly forth;
I have quitted my birth-place,
Thy bidding to bide--
Thy _______ hath subdued me,
Thy will be my guide!
FIFTH SPIRIT
I am the Rider of the wind,
The _______ of the storm;
The hurricane I left behind
Is yet with lightning warm;
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea
I swept upon the blast:
The _______ I met _______ well, and yet
'Twill _______ ere night be past.
A couple of close guesses and one that's very similar to another blank.
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Post by kizolk on Jan 29, 2024 17:14:55 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT
In the blue depth of the waters,
Where the wave hath no strife,
Where the wind is a whisper,
And the sea-snake hath life,
Where the turtle/tortoise/whale is decking
Her green shell with shells/clams/(sea)weeds;
Like the sun on the surface
Came the sound of thy bidding;
O'er my calm Hall of clams/(sea)weeds
The deep echo roll'd--
To the Spirit of Ocean
Thy wishes unfold!
FOURTH SPIRIT
Where the slumbering earthquake
Lies _______ on fire,
And the lakes of bitumen
Rise forever higher;
Where the roots of the Andes
Strike deep in the earth,
As their summits to heaven
Shoot soaringly forth;
I have quitted my birth-place,
Thy bidding to bide--
Thy power hath subdued me,
Thy will be my guide!
FIFTH SPIRIT
I am the Rider of the wind,
The Driver/Harbinger/Herald/Messenger/Spirit of the storm;
The hurricane I left behind
Is yet with lightning warm;
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea
I swept upon the blast:
The _______ I met fared well, and yet
'Twill die ere night be past.
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Post by Pacifica on Jan 29, 2024 17:22:41 GMT
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT
In the blue depth of the waters,
Where the wave hath no strife,
Where the wind is a _______,
And the sea-snake hath life,
Where the _______ is decking
Her green _______ with shells;
Like the _______ on the surface
Came the sound of thy _______;
O'er my calm Hall of _______
The deep echo roll'd--
To the Spirit of Ocean
Thy wishes unfold!
FOURTH SPIRIT
Where the slumbering earthquake
Lies _______ on fire,
And the lakes of bitumen
Rise _______ higher;
Where the roots of the Andes
Strike deep in the earth,
As their summits to heaven
Shoot soaringly forth;
I have quitted my birth-place,
Thy bidding to bide--
Thy _______ hath subdued me,
Thy will be my guide!
FIFTH SPIRIT
I am the Rider of the wind,
The _______ of the storm;
The hurricane I left behind
Is yet with lightning warm;
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea
I swept upon the blast:
The _______ I met _______ well, and yet
'Twill _______ ere night be past.
Some close guesses.
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