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... dread hour of trial , when passing the fiery ordeal , and then should I fall , all that I ask more is a sigh for my folly . KILMARNOCK , April 21 , 1818 . JOHN KENNEDY . Poverty . A VISION .. WHAT sorrows ha'e ye spectre ( viii )
... dread hour of trial , when passing the fiery ordeal , and then should I fall , all that I ask more is a sigh for my folly . KILMARNOCK , April 21 , 1818 . JOHN KENNEDY . Poverty . A VISION .. WHAT sorrows ha'e ye spectre ( viii )
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... dread Ignivomous Vesuvius Embark'd for land . There shortly I arriv'd . And reconnoitring ; soon discover'd where Man's lot of pleasure lay . And as the falcon , Eager on the wing darts on its prey , So I transported at the sight , came ...
... dread Ignivomous Vesuvius Embark'd for land . There shortly I arriv'd . And reconnoitring ; soon discover'd where Man's lot of pleasure lay . And as the falcon , Eager on the wing darts on its prey , So I transported at the sight , came ...
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... gies Tam paikin― The murder yells crown ilka scud , Till rats and mice are quakin ' Wi ' dread that night . XXVIII . High elevated on a kist , The Sovereign appears , Reading owre the drunken list , Amidst a thousand cheers ( 49 )
... gies Tam paikin― The murder yells crown ilka scud , Till rats and mice are quakin ' Wi ' dread that night . XXVIII . High elevated on a kist , The Sovereign appears , Reading owre the drunken list , Amidst a thousand cheers ( 49 )
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... DREAD was the hour when Henry stood , Expos'd to the blast of the tempest rude ; Far from home , and friendship far , Lost in the tumult of vengeful war . Upon a mount's uneven ground , He silent pac'd the " lonely round ; " Musing on ...
... DREAD was the hour when Henry stood , Expos'd to the blast of the tempest rude ; Far from home , and friendship far , Lost in the tumult of vengeful war . Upon a mount's uneven ground , He silent pac'd the " lonely round ; " Musing on ...
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... , And the plains the dread rockets with carcases strew ; Swords clash - bay'nots cross - lances gleam , gashes flow , And the vengeance of Scotia hurls down on the foe . But short is the struggle they break - they fly ( 62 )
... , And the plains the dread rockets with carcases strew ; Swords clash - bay'nots cross - lances gleam , gashes flow , And the vengeance of Scotia hurls down on the foe . But short is the struggle they break - they fly ( 62 )
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Page 52 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing; Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Page 140 - Twere long to tell, and sad to trace, Each step from splendour to disgrace; Enough — no foreign foe could quell Thy soul, till from itself it fell ; Yes ! Self-abasement paved the way To villain-bonds and despot sway.
Page 64 - Britain has shrunk from the sound. Let plunder's vile thirst the invaders inflame, Let slaves for their wages be bold, Shall valour the harvest of avarice...
Page 139 - ... he may do with impunity all the mischief he pleases, if he be not afterwards called to account for it by the Pacha. It is well known, that in Turkey every superior has a right to delegate his authority to an inferior ; and this authority extends both to property and life. For a few purses, a Janissary may become a petty Aga, and this Aga may, at his good pleasure, either take away your life, or permit you to redeem it. Thus executioners are multiplied in every town of Judea. The only thing ever...
Page 140 - Here, when we were admitted into a court, with all our horses and camels, the vast portals were again closed, and a party of the most corpulent friars we had ever seen from the warmest cloisters of Spain and of Italy waddled round us, and heartily welcomed our arrival. ' From the court of the convent we were next...
Page 139 - It is alfo faid, that though the inhabitants of each province worked as near their own. abode as they could, yet, either by the length of their journey or the difference of climate, almoft...
Page 61 - Oh, if there be, on this earthly sphere, A boon, an offering, Heaven holds dear, 'Tis the last libation Liberty draws From the heart that bleeds and breaks in her cause."
Page 140 - Tier's is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb— Expression's last receding ray...
Page 142 - ... unfortunate victims, who had been sacrificed a few days before, at some of the late festivals.
Page 107 - ... WORKS OF JOHN KENNEDY, KILMARNOCK. [12-mo.] " Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss." POPE. " Wink hard, and say the CHIEL has done his best." BURNS. Ayr : Printed for D. MACARTER & Co., for the AUTHOR, and Sold by JOHN STEWART, Kilmarnock. 1818. Contains an Address to the Burnsianian Society, Royal Ayrshire Militia, on its first meeting to celebrate the Anniversary of ROBERT BURNS, the Ayrshire Bard, in the Hammerman's Tavern, Perth. " To BURNS'S mem'ry make one bumper flow, With all the...