The poetical works of John KennedyJ. Kennedy, 1818 |
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... owre scribblers roar ; Ramsay tune the pipe to love , And BURNS the clergy gore , An ' hear a raggamuffin swad Invoke Apollo's aid ; To picture out a martial squad , A ' settled and array'd , For fun that night . D II . If there remains ...
... owre scribblers roar ; Ramsay tune the pipe to love , And BURNS the clergy gore , An ' hear a raggamuffin swad Invoke Apollo's aid ; To picture out a martial squad , A ' settled and array'd , For fun that night . D II . If there remains ...
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... scenes Are op'ning to my view , And independence gi'es the reins • That haud the motley crew , A tug that night , IV . 1 Hope rises , an ' begins to glowre , Aboon a human care , > An ' a ' the stocks are counted owre ; ( 38 )
... scenes Are op'ning to my view , And independence gi'es the reins • That haud the motley crew , A tug that night , IV . 1 Hope rises , an ' begins to glowre , Aboon a human care , > An ' a ' the stocks are counted owre ; ( 38 )
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John Kennedy. An ' a ' the stocks are counted owre ; To see how far they'll share . Squad follows squad wi ' joyfu ' ee ; To gie the kegs a hoise ; Till a's lost in the barley brie , Sangs , roaring , bleth'ring , noise , An ' fun that ...
John Kennedy. An ' a ' the stocks are counted owre ; To see how far they'll share . Squad follows squad wi ' joyfu ' ee ; To gie the kegs a hoise ; Till a's lost in the barley brie , Sangs , roaring , bleth'ring , noise , An ' fun that ...
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... the hours , when but a boy , Hope flutter'd at his heart , Right sad that night . VIII . Tam hears the sentimental wretch , Hum owre each waefu ' ditty ,吵| Old Breeches . An ' like grimalkin on the watch ; Void o ( 40 )
... the hours , when but a boy , Hope flutter'd at his heart , Right sad that night . VIII . Tam hears the sentimental wretch , Hum owre each waefu ' ditty ,吵| Old Breeches . An ' like grimalkin on the watch ; Void o ( 40 )
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... owre his gun Girning like the devil , Sweating , blawing like a houn ' , Scouring up a swivel . Wi ' sticks and straps he lays about , Till skelp a spring deceives him ; Out owre his head it tak's the rout , And wi ' a vengeance leaves ...
... owre his gun Girning like the devil , Sweating , blawing like a houn ' , Scouring up a swivel . Wi ' sticks and straps he lays about , Till skelp a spring deceives him ; Out owre his head it tak's the rout , And wi ' a vengeance leaves ...
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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...