{"name":"That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Those dying generations—at their song . . .", "url":"https://www.quiz-maker.com/QPREVIEW","txt":"That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Those dying generations—at their song . . ., O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?, April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.Unreal CityUnder the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.","img":"https://www.quiz-maker.com/3012/images/ogquiz.png"}