So brave returning, with his brandish'd blade, SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. It was a pity-so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Which many a good brave fellow has destroy'd. SHAKSPEARE. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war. SHAKSPEARE. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man SHAKSPEARE. Now one's the better-then the other best, With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, SHAKSPEARE, BUTLER'S Hudibras. Ah me! what perils do environ BATTLE-FIGHTING - WAR. 75 She'll after show him, in the nick Of all his glories, a dog-trick. BUTLER'S Hudibras -Death Grinn'd horribly a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd, and bless'd his maw, Destined to that good hour. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. Those who in quarrels interpose, Must often wipe a bloody nose. GAY'S Fables The broomstick o'er her head she waves; She whistles, calls-fair speech she tries. GAY's Fables. He drew the sword, but knew its rage to charm, Nations with nations mixt confus'dly die, ROWE'S Lucan Me glory summons to the martial scene; ADDISON. POPE'S Homer Rash, fruitless war, from wanton glory wag'd, THOMSON 76 BATTLE-FIGHTING - WAR. Is death more cruel from a private dagger Than in the field, from murdering swords of thousands? War is of use to human kind; For ever and anon, when you have pass'd A few dull years in peace and propagation, The world is overstock'd with fools, and wants Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Their clamours rend the hills around, CIBBER JEFFERY. CAMPBELL TRUMBULL'S McFingal. And cover'd o'er with knobs and pains TRUMBULL'S McFingal. One murder marks the assassin's odious name, R. T. PAINE And, where the hottest fire was seen and heard, BYRON'S Don Juan. Al that the mind would shrink from of excesses, Ali that we read, hear, dream, of man's distresses, BYRON'S Don Juan. BATTLE FIGHTING - WAR. I own my natural weakness: I have not Yet learn'd to think of indiscriminate murder Without some sense of shuddering. BYRON'S Marino Faliero They form-unite-charge-waver-all is lost! BYRON'S Corsair The death-shot hissing from afar The shock, the shout, the groan of war. BYRON'S Giaour. Theirs the strife, That neither spares nor speaks for life. BYRON'S Giaour. But when all is past, it is humbling to tread All regarding man as their prey, All rejoicing in his decay. BYRON'S Siege of Corinth. The field of freedom, faction, fame, and blood. BYRON'S Childe Harold. And torrents, swoln to rivers with their gore. BYRON'S Childe Harold 'T was blow for blow, disputing inch by inch, For one would not retreat, nor t' other flinch. BYRON'S Don Juan. And slaughter heap'd on high its weltering ranks. BYRON'S Childe Harold. Battle's magnificently stern array. BYRON'S Childe Harcla. In vain he did whate'er a chief may do, BYRON'S Lara. 77 78 BATTLE-FIGHTING-WAR. Not in the conflict havoc seeks delight— But when the field is fought, the battle won, Tho' drench'd with gore, his woes are but begun. Waved her dread pinion to the breeze of morn, From rank to rank their vollied thunder flew. CAMPBELL. CAMPBELL. Death spoke in every booming shot that knell'd upon the ear And when the cannon-mouthings loud Heave in wide wreaths the battle shroud, SPRAGUE. And gory sabres rise and fall, Like sheets of flame in midnight pall. J. R. DRAKE. Hark! the muffled drum sounds the last march of the brave! Under Death, whom he owns his commander-in-chief;- Now lies he low-no more to hear The victor's shout or clashing steel; No more to join in victory's boast, H. CUMMINGS. Richmond Republican. The bursting shell, the gateway wrench'd asunder, And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade. LONGFELLOW |