The poetical works of John KennedyJ. Kennedy, 1818 |
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... pride Till I , great in the courts of tyranny Came to their aid . O then , how overjoy'd They saw me from the villages , and towns , Drive out their slaves , and to the quarries push Their vassal groups ! Beneath this powerful lash They ...
... pride Till I , great in the courts of tyranny Came to their aid . O then , how overjoy'd They saw me from the villages , and towns , Drive out their slaves , and to the quarries push Their vassal groups ! Beneath this powerful lash They ...
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... pride ; Straight to the mountains of the North I hied , ( Where bound in chains still grinds the servile Boor ) And rousing from his den the savage Hun , And all those warlike hordes ; known by the names Of Slavi , Quades , Goths ...
... pride ; Straight to the mountains of the North I hied , ( Where bound in chains still grinds the servile Boor ) And rousing from his den the savage Hun , And all those warlike hordes ; known by the names Of Slavi , Quades , Goths ...
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... pride . Deep - deeply plung'd into the gulph of moral Degradation . There if your ears could hear , Millions of fallen men prostrate themselves ; And crave from me the husks of misery , To enable them , to lick the dust before Their ...
... pride . Deep - deeply plung'd into the gulph of moral Degradation . There if your ears could hear , Millions of fallen men prostrate themselves ; And crave from me the husks of misery , To enable them , to lick the dust before Their ...
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... pride , combin'd With inability to act ; wringing Their souls , and making them contemptible To all , who have not as yet lost their sight And see me there , grand sportsman of the whole ; Lashing them up like coursers in the chace ...
... pride , combin'd With inability to act ; wringing Their souls , and making them contemptible To all , who have not as yet lost their sight And see me there , grand sportsman of the whole ; Lashing them up like coursers in the chace ...
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... pride break thy heart , And with indignant frown consign thee o'er To mad despair , till once humanity , Draw thee from the crowd , and gentle pity , Out of love , shall on oblivion's back Convey thee to the land , where all is dark And ...
... pride break thy heart , And with indignant frown consign thee o'er To mad despair , till once humanity , Draw thee from the crowd , and gentle pity , Out of love , shall on oblivion's back Convey thee to the land , where all is dark And ...
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aften amang appear'd arms auld Babylon behold bewitched blast blaw blest bliss blood bolt of heaven bosom brave breast bright BURNS Caledonia canna Cavan Cuirassier dear death despair dread drouth Elenor ev'ry ever"-we'll conquer faithfu fell fir'd frae frien friendship fury gart genius gi'e gloomy glorious glory Goths Greece hauf haun havock head heart honour Hope horror hour ither juist keen KILMARNOCK land lash Liberty lone look'd loud shout mair mang mony mooly muse ne'er neath Nebuchadnezzar night noble numbers o'er owre pensive pleasure poor press'd pride proud raggamuffin rais'd rejoic'd roar round scene Scotland for ever"-we'll scream'd seraph shout was given sigh Somnus song sorrow soul splore stap stood sweet tears thee thou Tippler tyrant vengeance warl weary whisky wild wings wretch yonder
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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...