It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from caverned Hawthornden.
Skilful artists thou employest, And in chastest beauty joyest, Forms most delicate, pure, and clear, Frost-caught star-beams, fallen sheer In the night, and woven here In jewel-fretted tapestries.
[4.] Sound distinctly the ending ing in: Languishing, blackening, threatening, rushing, ascending, flashing, throbbing.
Roughening their crests and scattering high their spray, And swelling the white sail.
Blazing with light and breathing with perfume.
. . . . a revolting shape Shivering and chattering sat the wretched ape. Lakelets' lisping wavelets lapping, Round a flock of wild ducks napping, And the rapturous-noted wooings, And the molten-throated cooings Of the amorous multitudes Flashing through the dusky woods, When a veering wind hath blown A glare of sudden daylight down.
[5.] Sound final d in "and":
Rest and a guide, and food and fire.
Away from the world, and its toils and its cares.
And the sun went down and the stars came out.