Some words have been left out in the poem below. First, read the poem. Then, fill in the missing words on listening to the reading or the recording of it in full. You may listen again, if required.
The Drum I hate that drum’s discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round: To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, sell their liberty for charms Of tawdry lace, and glittering arms; And when Ambition’s voice commands, To march, and fight, and fall, in foreign lands. I hate that drum’s discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round; To me it talks of ravag’d plains, And burning towns, and ruin’d swains, And all that Misery’s hand bestows, To fill the catalogue of human woes.
I hate that drum’s (1) ______ sound, Parading round, and round, and round: To thoughtless (2) ______ it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, sell their (3) ______ for charms Of tawdry lace, and glittering arms; And when (4) ______ voice commands, To march, and fight, and fall, in (5) ______ I hate that drum’s discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round; To me it talks of (6) ______ plains, And burning towns, and ruin’d swains, And all that Misery’s hand bestows, To fill the (7) ______ of human woes.