8. 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, MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 9. Those who in quarrels interpose, Must often wipe a bloody nose. 10. The broomstick o'er her head she waves; GAY'S Fables. She sweats, she stamps, she puffs, she raves;— She whistles, calls-fair speech she tries. GAY's Fables. 11. He drew the sword, but knew its rage to charm, 12. Nations with nations mixt confus'dly die, And lost in one promiscuous carnage lie. Rowe's Lucan. 13. Me glory summons to the martial scene; ADDISON. POPE'S Homer. 14. Rash, fruitless war, from wanton glory wag'd, Is only splendid murder. THOMSON. 76 BATTLE-FIGHTING-WAR. 15. Is death more cruel from a private dagger 16. 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, 17. Then shook the hills with thunder riven, 18. Their clamours rend the hills around, CIBBER. JEFFERY. CAMPBELL. TRUMBULL'S McFingal. 19. And cover'd o'er with knobs and pains Each void receptacle for brains. TRUMBULL'S McFingal. 20. One murder marks the assassin's odious name, But millions damn the hero into fame. R. T. PAINE. 21. And, where the hottest fire was seen and heard, And the loud cannon peal'd its hoarsest strains. BYRON'S Don Juan. 22. All that the mind would shrink from of excesses, All that we read, hear, dream, of man's distresses, BYRON'S Don Juan. 23. I own my natural weakness: I have not BYRON'S Marino Faliero. 24. They form-unite-charge-waver-all is lost! BYRON'S Corsair. 25. The death-shot hissing from afar, BYRON'S Giaour. Theirs the strife, 26. That neither spares nor speaks for life. BYRON'S Giaour. 27. 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. 28. The field of freedom, faction, fame, and blood. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 29. And torrents, swoln to rivers with their gore. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 30. "T was blow for blow, disputing inch by inch, For one would not retreat, nor t' other flinch. BYRON'S Don Juan. 31. And slaughter heap'd on high its weltering ranks. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 32. Battle's magnificently stern array. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 33. In vain he did whate'er a chief may do, BYRON'S Lara. 78 BATTLE-FIGHTING-WAR. 34. Not in the conflict havoc seeks delightHis day of mercy is the day of fight; But when the field is fought, the battle won, Tho' drench'd with gore, his woes are but begun. BYRON'S Curse of Minerva. 35. Waved her dread pinion to the breeze of morn, Peal'd her loud drum, and twang'd her trumpet horn. CAMPBELL. 36. From rank to rank their vollied thunder flew. CAMPBELL. 37. Death spoke in every booming shot that knell'd upon the ear. SPRAGUE. 38. And when the cannon-mouthings loud Heave in wide wreaths the battle shroud, And gory sabres rise and fall, Like sheets of flame in midnight pall. J. R. DRAKE. 39. Hark! the muffled drum sounds the last march of the brave! The soldier retreats to his quarters, the grave, Under Death, whom he owns his commander-in-chief;- 40. Now lies he low-no more to hear The victor's shout or clashing steel; The thickest of the battle-field; No more to see the vanquish'd yield. H. CUMMINGS. Richmond Republican. 41. The bursting shell, the gateway wrench'd asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade. LONGFELLOW. BEAST. (See ANIMAL). BEAUTY. 1. The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers. 2. Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, 3. All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 4. Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown MILTON'S Comus. 5. Virtue can brook the thoughts of age 6. "Tis not a lip or eye we beauty call, But the full force and joint effect of all. GAY's Fables. POPE'S Essay on Criticism. |