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From the Ted Talk by William Butler Yeats: "The Second Coming"

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"The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats tiunrng and turning in the wnedniig gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the cnrete cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the wolrd, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of ionnncece is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of sirpitus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A sphae with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moivng its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The drnaseks drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony seelp Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards blehehtem to be born?

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"The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats _______ and turning in the ________ gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the ______ cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the _____, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of _________ is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of ________ Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A _____ with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is ______ its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The ________ drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony _____ Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards _________ to be born?

Solution


  1. spiritus
  2. innocence
  3. sleep
  4. centre
  5. world
  6. darkness
  7. widening
  8. moving
  9. bethlehem
  10. shape
  11. turning

Original Text


"The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Frequently Occurring Word Combinations




Important Words


  1. anarchy
  2. beast
  3. bethlehem
  4. birds
  5. blank
  6. body
  7. born
  8. butler
  9. centre
  10. centuries
  11. ceremony
  12. coming
  13. conviction
  14. cradle
  15. darkness
  16. desert
  17. drops
  18. falcon
  19. fall
  20. full
  21. gaze
  22. gyre
  23. hand
  24. head
  25. hear
  26. hour
  27. image
  28. indignant
  29. innocence
  30. intensity
  31. lack
  32. lion
  33. loosed
  34. man
  35. mere
  36. moving
  37. mundi
  38. nightmare
  39. passionate
  40. pitiless
  41. reel
  42. revelation
  43. rocking
  44. rough
  45. sands
  46. shadows
  47. shape
  48. sleep
  49. slouches
  50. slow
  51. spiritus
  52. stony
  53. sun
  54. surely
  55. thighs
  56. tide
  57. troubles
  58. turning
  59. twenty
  60. vast
  61. vexed
  62. widening
  63. william
  64. words
  65. world
  66. worst
  67. yeats