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��JOHN SCOTT OF AMWELL 477 Retort on the Foregoing
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, To 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 mangled limbs, and dying groans, And widows' tears, and orphans' moans; And all that Misery's hand bestows, To fill the catalogue of human woes.
Poetical Works, 1782.
TOBIAS GEORGE SMOLLETT
47<? To Leven Water
)URE stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course Devolving from thy parent lake A charming maze thy waters make By bowers of birch and groves of pine And edges flower'd with eglantine.
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