WAR.
My sentence is for open war; of wiles
More unexpert I boast not: then let those
Contrive who need, or when they need, not now.
Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.
And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
* * * * *
Cry "Havock!" and let slip the dogs of war.
Julius Cæsar, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
In every heart
Are sown the sparks that kindle fiery war;
Occasion needs but fan them, and they blaze.
The Task: Winter Morning Walk. W. COWPER.
Long peace, I find,
But nurses dangerous humors up to strength,
License and wanton rage, which war alone
Can purge away.
Mustapha. D. MALLET.
The fire-eyed maid of smoky war
All hot and bleeding will we offer them.
King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Lochiel, Lochiel! beware of the day
When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array!
For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight,
And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight.
They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown;
Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down!
Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain,
And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Lochiel's Warning. T. CAMPBELL.
He is come to ope
The purple testament of bleeding war;
But ere the crown he looks for live in peace,
Ten thousand bloody crowns of mothers' sons
Shall ill become the flower of England's face,
Change the complexion of her maid-pale peace
To scarlet indignation, and bedew
Her pastures' grass with faithful English blood.
King Richard II., Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.