James Kennedy

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James Kennedy Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain (1852)

The immortality that rises over the pale front of death, effaces it with a magnificent lustre. "It is impossible," says Ros de Olano, who has written the prologue to this beautiful poem, "to approach, by any words of ours whatever, to the luxuriousness of thought, of expression, and of knowledge displayed in this sublime description, the most happy perhaps yet presented in the Spanish language." Grand, extended and immense is the field which the poet has displayed to trace out a course for his hero, and the variety of tones he employs are like the face of the world, over which he has to range.
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James Kennedy Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain (1852)

And from the silence found thee covering,
⁠That fiercely tore thee, bleeding and enchain'd!
"No, ye are not the same. But my lament
⁠Is not for this to cease: I could forget
The rigours which my conquerors relent,
⁠Their avarice with cruelties beset:
The crime was of the age, and not of Spain.
⁠But when can I forget the evils sore
Which I must miserably yet sustain?
⁠Among them one, come, see what I deplore,
If horror will not you deter. From you,
⁠Your fatal ships first launch'd, the mortal pest,
The poison that now desolates me flew.
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James Kennedy Modern Poets and Poetry of Spain (1852)

The hurricane tears up, and raised awhile
⁠It fiercely dashes to the earth again.
I know it true, against the blows of fate,
⁠When that against ourselves they only glance,
The firm heart shielded can withstand its hate;
⁠But so it is not oft: and thou, perchance,
Mayst think I never one have lost I loved
More than my life. If sorrow will give truce
Thee for a moment, turn thine eyes disproved
To an unhappy orphan, weak, recluse,
And sorrowing solitary in the world,
⁠Without scarce one to whom to weep his woe
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