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PREFACE.of my project of a DICTIONARY OF AUTHORS, and health were continued, to supplement that work by a copious selection of QUOTATIONS from some of the works of the authors recorded in that register. The POETICAL QUOTATIONS are now offered to the and are to be followed by PROSE QUOTATIONS the three DICTIONARIES public AUTHORS, POETRY, PROSE representing and partly constituting a literature The advantages of well-arranged marvellous for its extent, variety, and value. and easily-consulted extracts from the best writings of the best authors are and the alphabetical distribution of the names too obvious to need rehearsalafter the inception

SHORTLY

I determined, if life

;

:

;

of authors, and copious Indexes of Authors, Subjects, and First Lines, carry few words may be devoted to severa with them their own recommendation.

A

of the most prominent subjectsI.

:

are quoted.

"AUTHORS." Opinions and criticisms upon 116 writers, by 56 authors, The writers commented upon are: Addison, Ariosto, Aristotle,Boyle, Broome,Budgell,Burgess,

Bacon, Berkeley, Boileau,Cartesius,

Burnet, Burns,.

Cato, Cervantes, Chatterton,Corneille,

Chaucer,

Gibber, Cicero, Coleridge,

Condorcet, Congreve,Defoe,

Denham,

Dennis,

Dionysius,

Cowley, Crabbe, Craggs, Crashaw, Dante Dryden, Duck, D'Urfey, Epictetus,Flecknoe,Fletcher,

Erasmus,

Etherege,

Eusden, Evans,

Franklin,

Galileo.

Gay, Granville, Harvey, Heylin, Hoadly, Hobbes, Homer, Horace, Jonson, Knags, Lamb, Lee, Locke, Longinus, Lopez, Lucan, Maevius, Martial, Martyn, Milbourn, Milton, Moliere, Moore, More, Newcastle, Newton, Ogilby, Ovid,Paine,Parnell,

Petrarch,

Pindar,

Plato,

Plutarch,

Pope, Quarles, Rabelais,Saint-

Racine, Raleigh, Ralph, Rochefoucauld,

Roscommon, Rousseau, Rowe,Spenser,Swift,

Andre, Sappho,Sidney,critus,

Scarlatti,

Scott, Settle, Shadwell,

Shakspeare, Sheridan, Short,

Skelton,

Sloane,

Socrates,

Solon,

Theobald, Theo-

Thomson, Vida, Virgil, Voiture, Waller, Walton, Withers, Wycherly, The commentators are: Addison, Akenside, Basse, Young, and Zoilus.Blackmore, Browning, Brydges, Bulwer, Byron, Campbell, Canning, Coleridge Collins, Cowley, Cowper, Creech, Denham, Dryden, Elliott, Fenton, Gay,Granville, Hall, Harte, Henley, Hill,

Holmes, Horace, Johnson, Jonson, Lamb^Shelley,

Lyttelton, Milton, Moore, Parnell, Philips, Pope, Prior, Raleigh,

Sandys,

Savage,

Shakspeare,

Sheffield,

Southey, Spenser, Swift, Thomson, Tickell,

Roscommon, Sydney Smith, Waller, Wolcott, Wordsworth, andShenstone,(xiii)

Young.

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PREFACE.

These annotations are fitly supplemented by the articles "AUTHORSHIP" and "CRITICISM" (under which last will be found 170 quotations).

One of the finest compositions in the writings of the late a letter on the morning, written to Mrs. J. W. Paige, and dated at Richmond, April 29, five o'clock A.M., 1847. (See Private Correspondence of Daniel Webster, 1857, ii. 240.) "Beautiful descriptions of theII.

"MORNING."is

Daniel Webster

Milton has fine descriptions of morning, 'morning' abound in all languages. but not so many as Shakespeare, from whose writings pages of the most beautiful the morning, might be filled," etc. Under images, all founded on the glory of.. .

152 extracts, from 38 authors, will be found. In his very interesting Recollections of Past Life (1872, " Much more I could Sir Henry Holland remarks, say of rivers, chapter ii.), as giving to travel the greatest charm of landscape, while affording lessons inthis titleIII.

" RIVERS."

geology and physical geography invaluable to science.followed step by step toitsits

Even

the simple brook,

deposits, and phenomena and conclusions of geology. grandest

depths and

course, illustrates, in the windings of the sections which its banks disclose,

channel, many of the

its

the flow of river-waters has been a favourite theme,destinies of

In the poetry of every age one symbol of the life andthis head.

man." The reader will "BIRDS" are celebrated in 260565,

find

94 quotations under

passages

by 45 authors;

In the title-page) 435 quotations. are illustrated, by 550 authors, in 13,600 quotations, which may be subjects read in course, or consulted separately, as occasion serves.S.,

"LOVE" "YOUTH" 227194,

"POLITICS"

157, "SLEEP" 242, the whole (as stated on

"LAW" contains "WOMAN" 291, and

AUSTIN ALLIBONE.

February

8, 1873.

DICTIONARYOF

POETICAL QUOTATION5ABSENCE.Since she must go, andnight,I

Where'er

I

roam, whatever realms to see,

must mourn, comewi:ilst I \v

heart, unrravell'd, fondly turns to the Still to brother turns, with ceaseless

My

my

]

Environ

me

And

with darkness

DonWinds murmur'd throughthear short

drags at each remove a lengthening GOLDSMITH Travt:

Short absence hurt himide his

m

wound

far greater than be

And

delay fountainsstay:

Absence not long enougho'ertheir

pebbles chid

yourto

to root out quite All love, increases love at second sight.

hey ceasen at

THOMAS MAY Henry:

If.

Short retirement urges sweet return.

your return.

MlLT(

DRYDEN.uirn with vain devotion

Oh

!

couldst thou but

know

With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence, o'er and o'er againThinking of thee,pain,still

DRYDEN.ce,

thee,

till

though'

and condemn'd

to

And memory,Falls cold

like a

drop that night and d

and

ceaseless,

wore

my

heart

:,

1

unthank'd reprieve.

MOORE:

Lalla Roo,

DRYDEN.hour- for months,

and days

for

Ye Ye Ye

birds that, left bytrees that fade,is

flowers that droop, forsaken by the spr summer, cease to sinj,,

when autumn

heats ren

e is

an age.

Say,

not absence death to those

who lovPoi

DRYDEN: Amphytrion.iends behold.

n d pity'd him in vain, nat advice can ease a lover's pain?:

As some sad turtle his lost love deplores, Thus far from Delia to the winds I mourn.Alike unheard, unpitied, and forlorn.Fate some future bard shall join In sad similitude of griefs to mine

dient they could find, >ave the fortu^, if not cure the mind.

DRYDEN:ence from h

Fables.

;

mother

oft he'll

mourn,

Condemn'd whole years

in absence to depl*

.

,

v ith his eyes.loofc

w ishes

to return.

And image charms he must behold noPOPE:

more.Elois,.

I>R>-DEN: Juvenal, Sat. II.

07)

i8In spring the

ABSENCE. A C TORS.fields, in

AD VERSITY.ACTORS.

autumn hills I love; noon the shady grove; But Delia always; absent from her sight, Nor plains at morn, nor groves at noon delight. POPE: Pastorals.At morn theplains, at

One tragic sentence if I dare deride, Which Betterton's grave action dignified;Or well-mouth'd Booth with emphasis proclaims,

In vain you

tell

You wishAlas!

fair

your parting lover winds may waft him over:

Though but perhapsIsit

a muster-roll of names.

POPE.not monstrous that this player here, fiction, in a dream of passion,his soul so to his

That bear

what winds can happy prove, me far from what I love ?PRIOR.

But in a

Could force:

own

conceit,

I

charge thee

loiter not,

but haste to bless

me

That, from her working,

all his

visage wann'd.'

SHAKSPEARF.

Think with what eager hopes, what rage, I burn, For every tedious moment how I mourn Think how I call thee cruel for thy stay,:

ADVERSITY.The godsin

And

break

my

heart with grief for thy delay.

ROWE.What! keep a week away? seven days andnights ?

bounty work up storms about

us,

That give mankind occasion to exert Their hidden strength, and throw outtice

into prac-

Eightscore eighthours,

hours?

and

lovers'

absent

Virtues which shun the day.

ADDISON.

More

tedious than the dial eightscore times?

The rugged metalMust burn before

of theits

mine

Oh, weary reckoning!

surface shine;

SHAKSPEARE.

O

thou that dost inhabit ini

my

But plunged within the furnace flame, It bends and melts though still the same.

breast,

BYRON: Giaour.The

-owing10

so long tenantless; ruinous, the building fall,

memory

of

what

it

was!

greatest

By adversity are wrought works of admiration,

me'

ntle

with thy presence, Sylvia; nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain.

SHAKSPEARE.;m forced thusil

And all the fair examples of renown Out of distress and misery are gr DANIEL: On the Earl c.Some Grow hard andsouls wistiffen

:>n.

to

absent myself

I

love, I shall contrive

some means,

with adversitv

friendly intervals, to visit thee.

DATAromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow;But, crush'd or trodden totli

SOUTHERN: Spartan Dame.ing my love, I go from place to place, a young fawn that late hath lost the

Diffuse their

balmy sheets around.

hind

;

ek each where, whereiose

last I

saw her

face,

image yet

I

carry fresh in mind.

By how much from

tin

SPENSER.I

Strongest of mortnl men. To lowest pitch of abject

fort

did leave the presence of

my

love,

iy

long weary days

I

have out-worn,

\ny nights that slowly seem'd to move Their sad protract from until morn.

The scene

of beauty and del:o

vows./I am here to answer to your vows be the meeting fortunate I come With joyful tidings we shall part no more.

Lo

Virtue engages his assent,

!

:

And

But pleasure wins his heart.'Tis here the folly of the wise Through all his art we view,

!

:

AKENSIDE.

And

To

erase

it

with a solemn vow,rule;

a princely

while his tongue the charge denies, His conscience owns it true.a voyage of awful lengthlittle

A

priestly

vow, to vow,pitiful;

to rule

by grace of God the

Bound on

And

dangers

known,

A

very godlike vow,eousness,

to rule in right

and

Aright-

stranger to superior strength,

Man

vainly trusts his own.

And

with the law and for the landthe

!

so

God

But oars alone can ne'er prevail

vower

bless

!

MRS. E. B. BROWNING.She vow'd to rule, and hood put away;

in that oath her child-

To reach the distant coast ; The breath of heaven must swell Or all the toil is lost.Willing

the

sail,

COWPER.

She doth maintain her womanhood,love to-day.

in

vowing

we sought your shores, and, hither bound, we found. DRYDEN.

Theher

port so long desired at length

O

lovely ladyfairer

!

let;

vow

!

such

lips

become

such vows

Go now, go!

trust the

wind's uncertain breath,;

And

goeth bridal wreath than crown with vernal brows!

O

lovely lady to love

let

her

vow

!

yea, let her

vow

!

MRS. E. B. BROWNING.Those who wear the woodbine ontheir

Removed four fingers from approaching death Or seven at most, when thickest is the board. DRYDEN. So we th' Arabian coast do know At distance, when the spices blow;

brow

WereFirm

knights of love

who

never broke their

vow

By the rich odour taught to steer, Though neither day nor star appear. WALLER.

;

to their plighted faith.

DRYDEN.

VULGARITY.The vulgara scarce animated clod, Ne'er pleased with aught above 'em.!

The Heart Yes, I wore it As sign and as token Of a love that once gave it, A vow that was spoken!

DRYDEN.

;

But a love, and a vow, and a heart,

Thy And

ear, inured to charitable

sounds

Can be broken.

The Love

? Life and Death Are crush'd into a day, So what wonder that Love

pitying love, must feel the hateful wounds Of jest obscene, and vulgar ribaldry, The ill-bred question, and the loud reply;

Brought by long habitude from bad

to worse,

Must hear the frequent

oath, the direful curse.

Should

as

soon pass away,

PRIOR.

6o6

WAR.

WAR.Behold, in awful march and dread array,

But when the battle-trumpet rings, His soul's a war-horse clad with wings

!

The long-extended squadrons shape

their

way

He!

Death, in approaching, terrible, imparts An anxious horror to the bravest hearts ;

Yet do

their beating breasts

demand

the

strife,

Of The axes redden, spring the sparks, Blood-radiant grow the gray mail sarks!

drinks delight in with the breath battle and the dust of death

:

And

thirst

of glory quells the love of

life.

ADDISON.

Such blows might batter, as they fell, Heaven's gates, or burst the booms of

hell

:

A

thousand glorious actions that might claim Triumphant laurels, and immortal fame, Confused in clouds of glorious actions lie,

So fights the fearless Norseman. All the Year Round : "The Norseman!*

When

swords are gleaming, you shall seeflash gloriously,:

And

troops of heroes undistinguish'd die.

ADDISON.

The Norseman's face With look that makes

The

And

war's whole art each private soldier knows, with a gen'ral's love of conquest glows.

ADDISON.Ensigns that pierced the foe's remotest lines The hardy veteran with tears resigns.

the foeman reel His mirror from of old was steel, And still he wields, in battle's hour, That old Thor's hammer of Norse power; Strikes with a desperate arm of might,

And

at the last

tug turns the fight

:

For never yields the Norseman. All the Year Round: " The Norseman"WTiere trumpets blow and streamers flow, Behold him, calm and proud,

ADDISON.

My

thoughts are turn'd on peace

:

Already have our quarrels fill'd the world With widows and with orphans.

Bear down upon his bravest

foe,

ADDISON.Scythia mourns guilty wars, and earth's remotest regions Lie half unpeopled by the feuds of Rome.

bursting thunder-cloud. Foremost of all the host that strove

A

Our

In giant

To crowd Death's open mood his way he The Man to go before.The thunders

door,clove,

ADDISON.But now the trumpet,Interrible

And though

the battle-lightning blazed,

from

roar and roll,

far,

shriller clangours animates the war; Confed'rate drums in fuller concert beat,

He

to

Immortal Beauty raised

AAnd

statue with his soul.

And

echoing

hills

the loud alarm repeat.

never did the Greeks of old

ADDISON.

Mirror in marble rare

A

Wrestler of so fine a mould,

How

can I see the brave and young Fall in the cloud of war, and fall unsung?

An

Athlete half so

fair.

All the Year Round :" Robert Blake, General-at-Sea."

ADDISON.Shall

war

o'er all the earth e'er bathe his fingers

Our

best beloved of all the brave

In sorrow's tears, and kiss the cheek of peace, As was foretold of old by sacred singers,

And

earth o'erflush with bountiful increase ?Is this to

That ever for freedom fought, All, all the wonders of the wave For fatherland were wrought

!

come

?

He was

the

manner

HowTheOrvainly proud, the selfishly ambitious, Shall they o'erride the fortunes of mankindshall their teachings false,

victories

man to show may be wonof;

So?

you scarcely saw the blow ; You look'd the deed was done.swift,

and schemes

per-

nicious,

By

honest wrath be scatter'd to the windIs this to

?

come

?

All the Year Round: " To Come."

You should have seen him as he trod The deck, our joy and pride You should have seen him, like a god Of storm, his war-horse ride!

!

WAR.Youshould have seen him as he stoodFighting for his good land, With all the iron of soul and blood

607

They never care how many others They kill, without regard to mothers, Or wives, or children, so they can

Turn'd

to a

sword

in

hand.

Make up some

fierce

All the Year Round: "Nelson:Jlfan-o'-

An

Old

dead-doing man. BUTLER: Hudibras.in hot haste:

War 's- Man'

's

Yarn"plain.

And

there

was mounting

the steed,

Pour

forth Britannia's legions

on the

ARBUTHNOT.In those

War is honourable who do their native rightsspoiler

The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring onward with impetuous speed,

maintain,

In those whose swords an iron barrier rear

And And And

swiftly forming in the ranks of war;

Between the lawless

and the weak.

the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star;

JOANNA BAILLIE.

Where are the mighty thunderbolts of war ? The Roman Caesars and the Grecian chiefs, The boast of story? Where the hot brain'dyouth,

While throng'd the citizens, with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips " The foe They come they come !" BYRON: Childe Harold.!

!

WhoAnd

the tiara at his pleasure tore From kings of all the then-discover'd globecried, forsooth,

And Ardennes wavesleaves,;

above them her green

because his arm was ham-

And had

per'd not

room enough

to

do

its

work:

?

with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, alas

Dewy

!

BLAIR

Grave.

Ere evening

to

be trodden

like the grass

blood-stain'd victory, in story bright, Can give the philosophic mind delight;

No

Nor triumph:

please, while rage

and death de-

Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe,

And burning withand low.

high hope, shall moulder cold

stroy Reflection sickens at the monstrous joy.

BLOOMFIELD: Farmer's Boy.

Last noon beheld them

full

of lusty

life,

The

battle hurtles

on the

plains,:

Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay;

Earth feels

new

scythes upon her

The midnight broughtstrife,

the

signal-sound

of

We

reap our brothers for the wains, And call the harvest honour!

The morn,

the marshalling in arms,!

the day,

Draw face to face, front line to line, One image all inherit, Then kill, curse on, by that same sign,Clay, clay,

Battle's magnificently stern array

The thunder-cloudsrent,

close o'er

it,

which when

and spirit, spirit. Be pitiful, O God.Cry of the Human. do environ perils meddles with cold iron: !

The earth is cover'd thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heap'd andpent,

MRS. E. B. BROWNING

Ah me what!

Rider and horse,blent.

friend, foe,

in

one red burial

The man

that

BYRON

:

Childe Harold-

BUTLER

:

Hudibras.

For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that's slain Hence timely running's no mean part Of conduct in the martial art. BUTLER: Hudibras.;

What boots the oft-repeated tale of strife, The feast of vultures, and the waste of life ? The varying fortune of each separate field, The fierce that vanquish, and the faint that yield ? The smoking ruin, and the crumbled wall ?Inthis the struggle

No

was the same with

all

!

martial project to surprise;

Can ever be attempted twice Nor cast design serve afterwards, As gamesters tear their losing cards. BUTLER Hudibras.:

BYRON

:

Lara.

On

Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.

CAMPBELL

:

Pleasures of Hope.

6o8Our bugles sanglower' d,truce,for the night-cloud

WAR.hadButlet

eternal infamy pursue

And

the sentinel stars set their watch in the

And

sky; thousands had sunk on the ground, overpower'd,to sleep,

The wretch to naught but his ambition true, Who, for the sake of filling with one blast The post-horns of all Europe, lays her waste. COWPER.hate these potent madmen, who ke"ep all Mankind awake, while they by their great deeds Are drumming hard upon this hollow world, Only to make a sound to last for ages.I

The weary

and the wounded

to die

;

WhenByAt

reposing that night on my pallet of straw, the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded theslain,

the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.

JOHN CROWNE:

Thyestes.

WhoWhat

sees these dismal heaps but

would demand?

CAMPBELLI

:

Soldier's

Dream.

barbarous invader sack'd the land

never

knew

a warryer yet but thee

SIR

J.

DENHAM.

From

wine, tobacco, debts, dice, oaths, so free.

THOMAS CARLTON:To Captain John Smith of Virginia.

Around me the To wake at more;

steed

and the

rider are lying,

the bugle's loud

summons noflying,

And

here

is

the banner that o'er

them was

Lastly stood War, in glittering arms yclad, With visage grim, stern look, and blackly hued In his right hand a naked sword he had, That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued And in his left (that kings and kingdoms rued) Famine and fire he held, and therewithal He razed towns and threw clown towers and all.;

:

Torn, trampled, and sullied with earth andwith gore.Citiesconflict the wildest

he sack'd, and realms (that whilom flower'd

With morn

where thewere

was

roaring,

In honour, glory, and rule, above the rest)clashing,

Where

sabres,

and death-shot

He

overwhelm'd, and

all

their

fame devour'd,

were pouring, That banner was proudest and loftiest soaring Now standard and banner alike are no more.:

destroy'd, wasted, and never ceased Till he their wealth, their name, and all op.

Consumed,

press' d

;

His face forehew'd with wounds; and by hisAll hush'd!

not a breathing of

life

from the

side

numbersThat, scatter'd around me, so heavily sleep Hath the cup of red wine lent its fumes to their:

There hungwide.

his targe, with gashes

deep and

LORD DORSETI shall

:

Mirror for Magistrates.

slumbers,stain'd their bright garments with crimson so deep ? Ah, no these are not like gay revellers sleep!

And

sing of battles, blood,

and

rage,

And haughty souls that, moved withIn fightingfields

mutual hate,fate.

pursued and found their

DRYDEN.Thenshall the war, and stern debate, and Immortal, be the business of my life ;strife

The

ing; night-winds, unfelt, o'er their bosoms are

sweepingcreeping,

;

Ignobly their plumes o'er the

damp ground

are

And

in thy fane, the

dusty spoils among,

High onfor, their brightfal-

the burnish'd roof

my banners

shall

be

And

dews, all uncared chions steep.

hung, Rank'd withlow,

my

champions' bucklers; and be-

ELIZABETH M. CHANDLERThis furyfit

:

Battle-Field.

One who

her intent she chose, delights in wars and human woes.for

With arms

reversed, th' achievements of the foe.

DRYDEN.Ourperson by, This new-cast cannon's firmness to explore,strength of big-corn'dball

COWLEY.

careful

monarch stands

in

Some seek And make

diversion in the tented field,the sorrows of

mankind

their sport.

The

powder loves

to try,

But war's a game which, were their subjects wise, COWPER. Kings should not play at.

And

and cartridge

sorts for

every bore.

DRYDEN.

WAR.Their arms are to the last decision bent, And fortune labours with the vast event.

609to fight,

With such kind passion hastes the prince

And

DRYDEN.The neighb'ring plain with arms is cover'do'er; The vale an iron harvest seems to yield Of thick-sprung lances in a waving field. DRYDEN.Not thicker billows beat the Libyan main, Not thicker harvests on rich Hermus rise, Than stand these troops. DRYDEN.Then, waving high her torch, the signal made, Which roused the Grecians from their ambuscade.

Him

spreads his flying canvas to the sound ; whom no danger, were he there, couldfright;

Now,

absent, every

little

noise could wound.

DRYDEN.

He

took

my

Through troopsstay,

arms, and while I forced my way of foes, which did our passage

My

buckler o'er

my

aged father

cast,

Still fighting, still

defending, as I past.

DRYDEN.

A

Than arms,

dreadful quiet felt, and worser far a sullen interval of war.

DRYDEN.

DRYDEN.

The

trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms,shrill

DownDRYDEN.

sunk the monster bulk, and press'd the

With

And

notes of anger, mortal alarms.

ground ; His arms and clattering shield on the vast bodysound.

Thousands there are, in darker fame that dwell, Whose names some nobler poem shall adorn;

DRYDEN.After or before were never

knownalone.

For, tho'

unknown

to

me, they sure fought well.

Such

chiefs

;

as each an

army seem'd

DRYDEN.At land andsea, in

DRYDEN.

many

a doubtful fight,;

Now

Was

never

known

Who

oft'nerright.

more advent'rous knight drew his sword, and always for thea

Hath rousedfields,

the sprightly trumpet from afar the neighing steeds to scour thethe fierce riders clatter'd on their shields.

While

DRYDEN.Unskill'd in schemes by planets to foreshow, Like canting rascals, how the wars will go.

DRYDEN.

The whole

division that to

Mars

pertains,

DRYDEN.Go, card and spin,

All trades of death that deal in steel for gains.

DRYDEN.

And

leave the business of the

war

to

men.

DRYDEN.

From this light cause th' infernal maid prepares The country churls to mischief, hate, and wars. DRYDEN.I

He hadAnd

been assured that

art

conduct were of war the better

part.

do not doubt but

I

have been

to

blame

;

DRYDEN.

No

sports but

what belong

to

To breakOr

the stubborn colt, to

war they know bend the bow.

But, to pursue the end for which I came, Unite your subjects first, then let us go:

And pour

their

common

rage upon the foe.

DRYDEN.if too busily they will inquire Into a victory which we disdain, Then let them know, the Belgians did retire

DRYDEN.If

mirth should

fail, I'll

busy her with cares,

Silence her clamorous voice with louder wars;

Trumpets and drumsthrone,

shall fright her

from the

Before the patron saint of injured Spain.

DRYDEN.I since

As sounding cymbals

aid the lab'ring

moon.

DRYDEN.have labour'd

To bind the bruises of a civil war And stop the issues of their wasting.DRYDEN.39

Our armours now may rust, our idle scimiters Hang by our sides for ornament, not use.

DRYDEN.

6io

WAR.will

A time

come when

my

maturer muse

This helm and heavy buckler

I:

can spare,

In Caesar's wars a nobler theme shall choose.

As onlySo Mars

decorations of theis

war

DRYDEN.

arm'd

for glory, not for need.

Amid

the

main two mighty

fleets

engageprize.

DRYDEN.;

Actium surveys the well-disputed

DRYDEN.

Upon

And

the deck our careful general stood, deeply mused on the succeeding day.

O What

clangs were heard in

Germanto the

skies afar,!

DRYDEN.Argos,

Of arms and armies rushing

war

DRYDEN.His subjects call'd aloud for war But peaceful kings o'er martial people;

now

rejoice, for

Thyset

slaughter'd sons

now

smile,

Thebes lies low and think they;

won,

When

Each

other's poise

and counterbalance

they can count more Theban ghosts thantheirs.

are.

DRYDEN.Slaughter grows murder, whenit

DRYDEN.Already we have conquer'd half the war,

goes too far,

And makes

a massacre, what

was a war.

And

DRYDEN.on the wall The wars that fame around the world had blown, All to the life, and every leader known.in order painted

the less dangerous part

is left

behind.

DRYDEN.With wars andtaxes others waste their own,

He saw

DRYDEN.

And houses burn, and household gods deface, To drink in bowls which glittering gems enchase.

A swordThe

keen-edged within his right he held,

DRYDEN.Thelives of all

warlike

emblem

of a conquer'd

field.

DRYDEN.Before the battle joins, from afar with the pomp of war.

who

cease from combat, spare

:

MyThefield yet glitters

brother's be your

most peculiar

care.

DRYDEN.Such wars, such waste, suchdearthfiery

DRYDEN.High o'er the gate, in elephant and gold, The crowd shall Caesar's Indian war behold. DRYDEN.His warlike mind, his soul devoid of fear, His high-designing thoughts, were figured there,

tracks of

Their zeal has

left,

and such a teemless

earth.

DRYDEN.They, short of succours, andin deep despair, the dismal prospect of the war.

Shook

at

DRYDEN.Old falchions are new-temper'din the fires:

As when, by magic,

ghosts are

made appear. DRYDEN.

HowOurIt

dire a tempest from

The sounding trumpet every!

soul inspires.

plains, our temples,

Mycenae pour'd, and our town devour'd

DRYDEN.ForI shall sing of battles, blood,

was the waste of war.

and rage,

DRYDEN.With mortal heat each other must pursue; What wars, what wounds, what slaughterensue!

Which

princes and their people did engage.

DRYDEN.shall

The

rustic

DRYDEN.Asif

Give place

honours of the scythe and share to swords and plumes, the pride of!

war.

earth too narrow were for fate,

DRYDEN.;

On openAnd"^

seas their quarrels they debate

A

time of war at length will come,

In hollow

wood

their floating armies bear,

When

Carthage shall contend the world with

force imprison'd

winds

to bring

'em near.

Rome.

DRYDEN.With joy they viewthe waving ensigns fly, hear the trumpet's clangour pierce the sky.

DRYDEN.

And

my theme, and how the war began, And how concluded by the godlike man.These are

DRYDEN.

DRYDEN.

WAR.Then change weshields,

611of

and

their devices bear

:

What groans

men

shall

fill

the martial field !

Let fraud supply the want of force in war.

HowWhat;

fierce a blaze his

flaming pile shall yield!!

DRYDEN.Here, over-match'd in fight, in heaps they There, scatter'd o'er the field, ignobly fly.lie

fun'ral

pomp

shall floating Tiber see

DRYDEN.

A bloody Hymen

shall th' alliance jointh'

DRYDEN.

Betwixt the Trojan and

Ausonian

line.

WhenThe

she found her

venom spread

so far,

DRYDEN.His presence soon blows upskies.th'

royal house embroil'd in civil war, Raised on her dusky wings she cleaves the

unkindlylike

fight,

And

his loud

DRYDEN.Heartless they fought, and quitted soon their'Tisill,

guns speak thick,

angry men.

DRYDEN.thoughdifferent

ground,

your complexions

are,

While ours with easy victory were crown'd.

The

family of heav'n for

men

should war.

DRYDEN.Embrace again, my sons be foes no more Nor stain your country with her children's gore.!

DRYDEN.

A

;

cloud of smoke envelops either host, And, all at once, the combatants are lost;

DRYDEN.wish peace, and any terms prefer Before the last extremities of war.I

Darkling they join adverse, and shock unseen, Coursers with coursers justling, men with men.

DRYDEN.

DRYDEN.I

The

heard

And

nations far and near contend in choice, send the flow'r of war by public voice.

The neighing

And

coursers and the soldiers cry, sounding trumps that seem'd to tear the sky.

DRYDEN.

DRYDEN.Nor trumpets summon him to war, Nor drums disturb his morning sleep.

The

The grateful work is done, seeds of discord sow'd, the war begun : Frauds, fear, and fury have possess'd the state,fix'd the causes of

AndOne

a lasting hate.

DRYDEN.rally of

DRYDEN.a hero's soul:

Strike your sails at

summons, or prepare

To

prove the

last

extremities of war.

DRYDEN.

Does all the military art control While timorous wit goes round, or fords theshore,

To meKeenI

the cries of fighting fields are charms; be my sabre, and of proof my arms,

shoots the gulf, and is already o'er, And, when the enthusiastic fit is spent,

He

No

ask no other blessing of my stars ; prize but fame, no mistress but the wars.

Looks back amazed

at

what he underwent.

DRYDEN.War, he sung,is toil

DRYDEN.

and trouble;

;

Of wars and bloodshed, andI

of dire events,foretell.

Honour

could with greater certainty

DRYDEN.

but an empty bubble Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroyingIf the

:

The Roman campHangso'er us black

world be worth thy winning, Think, oh, think it worth enjoying.

and threat'ning,

like a

storm

DRYDEN

:

Alexander's Feast.

Just breaking

on our heads.

DRYDEN.The vigourof this

And

that

my

arm was never vain wonted prowess I retain,

;

If we shun The purposed end, or here lie fixed all, What boots it us these wars to have begun ?

Witness these heaps of slaughter.

FAIRFAX.

DRYDEN.All turn'd their sides, and to each other spoke I saw their words break out in fire and smoke.;

They smote the glistering armies, as they stand, With quivering beams, which dazed the won-*d'ring eye.

DRYDEN.

FAIRFAX.

6l2

WAR.thy sword?Isit,

What armies conquer'd perish'd with What cities sack'd ?

O

man, with such discordant

noises,

FAIRFAX.

With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices,

When

a gen'ral bids the martial train Spread their encampment o'er theplain,

Andspacious

jarrest the celestial

harmonies ?fills

Were

half the power thatterror,

the world with

Thick-rising tents a canvas city build.

WereGAY.

half the wealth bestow'd on

camps and

courts,

No

The

blazing beacons cast their blaze afar, dreadful signal of invasive war.

Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts:

GAY.

TheTheir clattering arms with the resound ;fierce

warrior's

name would be

a

name abhorred

!

shocks

AndIts

every nation that should lift again hand against a brother, on its forehead!

Helmets and broken lances spread the ground. GRANVILLE.

Would wear for evermore the curse of Cain LONGFELLOW Arsenal at Springfield.:

As

life's

unending column pours,

Two marshall'd hosts are seen, Two armies on the trampled shores,That Death flows black between.

The king

is

comedrest,

to

marshal

us, all

in

his

armour

And

he has bound a snow-white plume uponhis gallant crest;

One marches to the drum-beat's roll, The wide-mouth'd clarion's bray,

He He

look'd upon his people, and a tear was inhis eye ; look'd upon the traitors, and his glance was

And

bears upon a crimson scroll,is

" Our glory

to slay."

stern

and high.roll'd

One moves

in silence

by the stream,

Right graciously he smiled on us, as

from

With sad yet watchful eyes, Calm as the patient planet's gleam That walks the clouded skies. Alongits

wing

to

wing,line, a

Down

all

our

deafening shout,

"

God

save our Lord the King !" And "If my standard-bearer fall,well he may,

as fall full

front

no sabres shine,:

NoIts

blood-red pennons wave banner bears the single line,

For never sawfray,

I

promise yet of such a bloody

"

Our dutyO.

is

to save.":

Press

where ye see

my

white plume

shine

W. HOLMES

The Two Armies.unequal game,

Yet reason frowns

in war's

And

amidst the ranks of war, be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of

Where wastedregret,

nations raise a single

name;wreaths

Navarre."

And mortgagedFrom age

states their grandsires'

LORD MACAULAY

:

Battle of I-vry.is

.

NowDR.S.

to age in everlasting debt.

God be praised the day hath turn'd his rein!

ours

!

Mayenne

JOHNSON:

D'Aumale hathcountis

Vanity of Human Wishes.

cried for quarterslain.

the Flemish

When Greek

meets Greek, then comes the tug

of war.

Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale;

LEE

:

Alexander the Great.

The

field

is

The tumult of each sack'd and burning village, The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns, The soldier's revels in the midst of pillage, The wail of famine in beleaguer'd towns;

flags,

heap'd with bleeding steeds, and and cloven mail.all

And"

then

we thought on vengeance, and, along our van,!"

The

bursting

shell,

the

gateway wrench' d

Remember Saint Bartholomew from man to man.is

was pass'd

asunder,

But out spake gentle Henry, "

No Frenchmanlet

The

rattling musketry, the clashing blade,

my

foe

:

And

The diapason

ever and anon, in tones of thunder, of the cannonade.

Down, down

with every foreigner, but brethren go !"

your

WAR.Oh was!

there ever such a knight, in friendshipthe Soldier

Fierce faces threat' ning wars

;

or in war,

Giants of mighty bone and bold emprise.

As our Sovereign Lord King Henry,of Navarre!

MILTON.

The cannon's hush'd:

!

nor drum nor clarion

LORD MACAU LAY

Battle of Ivry.

sound

;

Wars, hitherto the only argument Heroic deem'd, chief mast'ry to dissect With long and tedious havoc fabled knightsIn battles feign'd ; the better fortitude Of patience and heroic martyrdom

Helmet and hauberk gleam upon the ground Horseman and horse lie weltering in their gore ; Patriots are dead, and heroes dare no more While solemnly the moonlight shrouds the plain,; ;

Unsung.

And lights the lurid features ROBERT MONTGOMERY:

of the slain.

Picture of War.

MILTON.

ATo overcomein battle,

and subduespoils,

Nations, and bring

home

soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers ; There was lack of woman's nursing, there was

with infinite

dearth of woman's tears

;

Manslaughter, shall be held the highest pitch

Of human

glory.

MILTON.be styled great conquerors, Triumph, Patrons of mankind, gods, and sons of gods Destroyers rightlier call'd, and slayers of men.to!

But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebb'd away, And bent with pitying glances, to hear what hemightsay.

The dying

soldier

falter'd,

as

he took

that

MILTON.

And

comrade's hand, he said, " I never more shall see

my

own,

They around the Of each his faction, in their several Swarm populous, unnumber'd.Remain'dto our almighty foe

flag

my

native land

;

clans,

Take a message and a tokenfriends of

to

some

distant

mine;at

MILTON.Clear victory; to our part loss and rout

For

I

was bornRhine."

Bingen,

at

Bingen on the

MRS. NORTON.Embattled troops with flowing banners pass Through flow'ry meads, delighted, nor distrust

Through

all

the empyrean.

MILTON.

How muchArmyagainst

more of pow'rto raise

TheIn!

army numberless

Bursts fatal,

smiling surface; whilst the cavern'd ground and involves the hopes of war

Dreadful combustion warring, and disturb,

fiery whirls.

Though

not destroy, their happy native seat

JOHN

PHILIPS.

MILTON.AdviseIn

how war may,

best upheld,

Move byall

her two main nerves, iron and gold,

What do thy vines avail, Or olives, when the cruel battle mows The planters, with their harvest immature?JOHNPHILIPS.

her equipage.

MILTON.

NowAffrights the wives,

no more the drumshrill

The brazen

war had ceased to roar All now was turn'd to jollity and game, To luxury and riot, feast and dance. MILTON.throat of

Provokes to arms, or trumpet's clangour

;

and

chills the virgins' blood.

JOHN

PHILIPS.

What

sighs and!

tears

No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world aroundTheidle spear

Hath Eugene caused how many widows' curse;

His cleaving falchion.

and shield were high up hung. MILTON.

JOHNRemote thou

PHILIPS.

hear'st the dire effect of war's

Fairfax,

whose name in arms thro' Europe rings, Filling each mouth with envy or with praise, And all her jealous monarchs with amaze, And rumours loud, that daunt remotest kings.

Depopulation.

JOHN

PHILIPS.

Guns' and trumpets' clang, and solemn sound Of drums, o'ercame their groans.

MILTON.

JOHN PHILIPS.

614They roamErroneous and disconsolate, themselvesAccusing, and their chiefs improvident Of military chance. JOHN PHILIPS.

WAR.In fighting

As

flies

fields as far the spear I throw the arrow from the well-drawn bow.

POPE.Adrastus soon, with gods averse, shall join In dire alliance with the Theban line ;

TheCaesar and

great competitors for Rome, Pompey, on Pharsalian plains ;

Thence

strife shall rise,

and mortal war succeed.POPE.

Where

stern Bellona, with

one

final stroke,

Adjudged

the empire of this globe to one.

JOHN

PHILIPS.

Next, to secure our camp and naval pow'rs, Raise an embattled wall with lofty tow'rs.

POPE.

War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades,

And

steel

now

glitters in the

muses' shades.

Taught

by

this

stroke,

renounce

the

war's

POPE.

And now with shouts the shocking armies closed, To lances, lances, shields to shields opposed;

And

alarms, learn to tremble at the

name

of arms.

POPE.

Commutual death the fate of war confounds, Each adverse battle gored with equal wounds.POPE.

The Grecian phalanx, moveless

as a tow'r,

On

all

sides batter' d, yet resists his pow'r.

POPE.

Though triumphs were to generals only due, Crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.POPE.

Weeping they bear the mangled heaps of Inhume the natives in their native plain.

slain,

POPE.

A

prudent chief not always must display

His pow'rs in equal ranks and fair array; But with th' occasion and the place comply, Conceal his force, nay, seem sometimes to fly.POPE.

Save but our army; and let Jove incrust Swords, pikes, and guns with everlasting

rust.

POPE.

The brazen trumpets

kindle rage no more

;

But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.POPE.

Though bold in open field, they yet surround The town with walls, and mound inject on mound.POPE.

And And

chiefless armies

dozed out the campaign,POPE.

war no more our passions wage ; Ev'n giddy factions bear away their rage.Intestine

POPE.

navies yawn'd for orders on the main.

Sad chance of war

!

now,

destitute of aid,

HeOf

nobly seized thee in the dire alarms war and slaughter, and the clash of arms. POPE.

Falls undistinguish'd by the victor spade.

POPE.

The

fields

are;

ravish'd

from

th'

industrious

She saw her sons with purple death expire, Her sacred domes involved in rolling fire;

swains

Aand from godstheir fanes.

dreadful series of intestine wars,

From men

their cities,

Inglorious triumphs, and dishonest scars.

POPE.dire sister of the slaughter'd pow'r, her birth, but rising ev'ry hour While scarce the skies her horrid head can!

POPE.

Discord

When winged

deaths in whistling arrows

fly,

Small

at

;

Wilt thou, though wounded, yet undaunted stay, Perform thy part, and share the dangerous day ?

bound, She stalks on earth, and shakes the world around.

PRIOR.

POPE.

They seek that joy which used to glow Expanded on the hero's face,

The nations bleed where'er her steps she The groan still deepens, and the combat

turns;

burns.

When the thick And William

squadrons prest the foe,led the glorious chase.

POPE.

PRIOR.

WAR.Now, Mars, she said, Nor let thy conquestslet

fame exalt her voice,PRIOR.

only be her choice.

And, when ambition's voice commands, To march, and fight, and fall in foreign lands.hate that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and roundI

Dissembling And with wise silence pond'ring vengeful wars. PRIOR.

for her sake his rising cares,

:

Show all the spoils by valiant kings And groaning nations by their armsGatherall

achieved,relieved.

PRIOR.the smiling hours,

To me it talks of ravaged plains, And burning towns, and ruin'd swains, And mangled limbs, and dying groans, And widows' tears, and orphans' moans, And all that misery's hand bestows, To fill the catalogue of human woes.JOHN SCOTT.wake: the day is peeping; Honour ne'er was won in sleeping, Never when the sunbeams stillSoldier,

Such

as with friendly care

have guardedPRIOR.

Patriots

and kings

in rightful wars.

See where he comes, the darling of the war See millions crowding round the gilded car

!

!

Lay'Tis

unreflected on the hill:

PRIOR.Unwilling then in arms to meet,

when they are glinted back From axe and armour, spear andThat they promise future story

jack,

He

strove to lengthen the

campaignPRIOR.

And

Many

a page of deathless glory.

.

save his forces by chicane.

Shields that are the foeman's terror

.

Or march'd I chain' d behind the hostile car, The victor's pastime, and the sport of war.PRIOR.

Ever are the morning's mirror. SIR WALTER SCOTT from The Betrothed.:

And

the stern joy

which warriors

feel

To his laborious youth, consumed in war, And lasting age, adorn'd and crown'd with peace.PRIOR.>1

In foemen worthy of their steel. SIR WALTER SCOTT:

LadyOh, War! thou hast thy

of the Lake.

fierce delight,!

The

bullet

comes

and

either

Thy gleamsSuch gleams

A

desolate hearth

may

see

;

of joy intensely bright as from thy polish'd shieldbattle-field!

And God

alone to-night knows where The vacant place may be The dread that stirs the peasant!

Fly dazzling o'er the

Such transports wake, severe and high,

AmidScarce

the pealing conquest cryless,

;

Thrills the noble's heart with fear;

Yet above selfish sorrow Both hold their country dear.

when, after battle lost, Muster the remnants of a host,

And,

as each comrade's

name

they

tell

ADELAIDE A. PROCTEREach with aTrampling onall

:

Lesson of the War.

WhoVow

in the well-fought conflict fell,

gigantic stride the flourishing works of peace

Knitting stern brow o'er flashing eye,to avenge them or to die Warriors and where are warriors found, If not on martial Britain's ground ?!!

To make

his greatness greater,

and

inscribe

His name in blood.

SAMUEL ROGERSThe mighty

:

Italy.

And who, when waked

with notes of

fire,

rivals, whose destructive rage Did the whole world in civil arms engage, Are now agreed.

Love more than they the British lyre ? SIR WALTER SCOTT: Lord of theSound, sound the clarion To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.!

Isles.

fill

the

fife

!

ROSCOMMON.hate that drum's discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and roundI

:

To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, To sell their liberty for charmsOf tawdrylace

SIR

WALTER SCOTT from Old Mortality.:

Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds In ranks and squadrons, and right form of war.

and

glitt'ring

arms,

SHAKSPEARE.

6i6

WAR.Valiant Talbot above

This might have been prevented, and made

human

thought

whole

Enacted wonders with his sword and lance.

With very easy arguments of love ; the manage of two kingdoms must With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

SHAKSPEARE.

Which now

SHAKSPEARE.

Whose glorious deeds, but in the fields of late, Made emulous missions 'mongst the gods themselves,

Sound

And

the lofty instruments of war, by that music let us all embrace.all

Andshall

drove great Mars to faction.

SHAKSPEARE.He, having scarce six thousand in his troop, By three and twenty thousand of the French

For, heav'n to earth,

some of us never

A

second time do such a courtesy.

SHAKSPEARE.

Was round encompassed andUponhis royal face thereis

set

upon.

Now

is

Would

the time of help : your eye in Scotland create soldiers, and make women fight.

SHAKSPEARE.no note

SHAKSPEARE.Witnessthis

How

dread an army hath enrounded him.

army, of such mass and charge,

SHAKSPEARE.

Led by a

delicate

and tender prince. SHAKSPEARE.

ThoughI'll

I

cannot

make

true wars,

frame convenient peace.

SHAKSPEARE.heav'n doth give successful end Now, lords, To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,if

We

will our youth lead

And draw no

on to higher fields, swords but what are sanctified.

Most shallowly did you these arms commence, Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence. SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.Oh, bravely came weoff,

NowAnd

for the bare-pick'd

bone of majestyangrycrest,

Doth dogged war

bristle his

When

with a volley of our needless shot, After such bloody toil, we bid good-night.

snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.France, whose armour conscience buckled on,

You

maintain several factionsdispatch' d

;

AndYouI

whilst a field should be

and

Whom

zeal

and charity brought to the field. SHAKSPEARE.

fought, are disputing of your generals.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a;

mandrewthis gallant

SHAKSPEARE.head of war, And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world, To outlook conquest, and to win renown Ev'n in the jaws of danger and of death.

As modest stillness and humility But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger. SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

One MichaelThat neverset a

Cassio,field,

squadron in thebattle

By

this scimitar,

Nor the division of a More than a spinster.Let grow thy sinews

knowsSHAKSPEARE.

That slew the Sophy and a Persian prince, That won three fields of Sultan Solyman.

SHAKSPEARE. With the clamorous report of war Thus will I drown your exclamations. SHAKSPEARE.Will you again unknit

till

their knots

be strong,

And

tempt not yet the brushes of the war.

SHAKSPEARE.

Wars have

not wasted

it,

for warr'd

he hath not,

But basely yielded, upon compromise, That which his ancestors achieved with blows.

This churlish knot of all-abhorred war

?

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.Grim-visaged war hath smooth'dfront.

his

wrinkled

He whined, and roar'd away your victory, That pages blush'cl at him, and men of heartLook'd wond'ringat

each other.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

WAR.Show a while like fearful war, To diet rank minds sick of happiness, And purge the obstructions which beginOur veryveins oflife.

617for war,

Here have we warto stop

Controlment for controlment

and blood for blood, so answer France.:

SHAKSPEARE.Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up, His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.

SHAKSPEARE.Farewell the tranquil mind!

farewell content

!

SHAKSPEARE.

Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue O, farewell Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,! !

Wars 'twixt you twain would be As if the world should cleave, andShould solder up therift.

that slain

men

The The

drum, the ear-piercing fife, royal banner and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!spirit-stirring;

SHAKSPEARE.

And,

O

you mortal engines, whose rude throats!

The armourers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up.SHAKSPEARE.It

The immortalFarewell

Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Othello's occupation's gone!

SHAKSPEARE.

was

my

Upon your stubborn usage

breath that blew this trumpet up, of the pope.

No more

shall trenching

Nor bruise her flow'rets with Of hostile paces.

war channel her fields, the armed hoofs

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

You cast th' event of war, my noble And summ'd th' account of chance,said,

lord,

before you

Have Loud

I not in a

pitched battle heard

Let us make head.

'larums, neighing steeds,

and trumpet's

SHAKSPEARE.France, hast thou yet more blood to cast away? Say, shall the current of our right run on ?

clang

?

SHAKSPEARE.What,shall our feasts be kept with slaughter'd

SHAKSPEARE.Arrowsfled not swifter

men

?

Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums,

toward their aim

Clamours of

hell,

be measures to our

pomp

?

Than

SHAKSPEARE.He, as loving his own pride and purpose, Evades them with a bombast circumstance,Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war.

did our soldiers, aiming at their safety. Fly from the field.

SHAKSPEARE.England hath long been mad andherself; scarr'd

SHAKSPEARE.This unhair'd sauciness, and boyish troops, The king doth smile at, and is well prepared To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms.

The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, The son compell'd been butcher to the sire.SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

TheIs

Our armycourseEast,

is

dispersed already

painful warrior, famoused for fight, After a thousand victories once foil'd,

:

Like youthful steers unyoked, they took theirwest,north,

from the book of honour razed

quite,toil'd.

And

all

the rest forgot for

which he

south

:

or,