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JOHN SCOTT OF AMWELL

1730-1783

477                                   Retort on the Foregoing

   I HATE that drums 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 Ambitions voice commands,
To march, and fight, and fall, in foreign lands.
   I hate that drums discordant sound,
   Parading round, and round, and round:
   To me it talks of ravagd plains,
   And burning towns, and ruind swains,
   And mangled limbs, and dying groans,
   And widows tears, and orphans moans;
   And all that Miserys hand bestows,
To fill the catalogue of human woes.

Poetical Works,1782.

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