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var challenges = [
{
"line": ["A", "presence", "that", "disturbs", "me", "with", "the", "joy"],
"scansion": ["x", "/x", "/", "x/", "x", "/", "x", "/"],
"title": "Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey",
"collection": "Lyrical Ballads",
"author": "William Wordsworth",
"meter": "iambic pentameter",
"ctx": `And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man,
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.`,
"link": "https://www.gutenberg.org/files/9622/9622-h/9622-h.htm#poem23",
},
{
"line": "For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast".split(' '),
"scansion": ['x', 'x', '/x', 'x', '/', 'x', 'x', '/', 'x', 'x', '/'],
"title": "The Destruction of Sennacherib",
"collection": "Hebrew Melodies",
"author": "Lord Byron",
"meter": "anapestic tetrameter",
"ctx": `For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!`,
"link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43827/the-destruction-of-sennacherib",
},
{
"line": "Infinite wrath and infinite despair".split(' '),
"scansion": ['x/x', '/', 'x', '/x/', 'x/'],
"title": "Book IV",
"collection": "Paradise Lost",
"author": "John Milton",
"meter": "iambic pentameter",
"ctx": `Me miserable! which way shall I flie
Infinite wrauth, and infinite despaire?
Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell;
And in the lowest deep a lower deep
Still threatning to devour me opens wide,
To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n.`,
"link": "https://milton.host.dartmouth.edu/reading_room/pl/book_4/text.shtml",
},
{
"line": "Underneath the moaning hemlocks".split(' '),
"scansion": ['/x/', 'x', '/x', '/x'],
"title": "The Famine",
"collection": "The Song of Hiawatha",
"author": "Henry Wadsworth Longfellow",
"meter": "trochaic tetrameter",
"ctx": `Then they buried Minnehaha;
In the snow a grave they made her,
In the forest deep and darksome,
Underneath the moaning hemlocks;
Clothed her in her richest garments,
Wrapped her in her robes of ermine,
Covered her with snow, like ermine;
Thus they buried Minnehaha.`,
"link": "https://www.gutenberg.org/files/30795/30795-h/30795-h.htm#XX",
},
]
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