For the proud victors, what? alas! to reign
O’er desolated nations!
Hannah More.
War, horrid war! oh! would ye understand
That direful word—that scourge of every land,
Oh! then peruse the well-known leaves that time
Himself hath traced in characters sublime:
Consult the archives of many a vast domain
Where pomp, and power, and crime once held their reign,
And view with retrospective eye