A man that runs away may fight again.
There is war in the skies!
No war or battle sound
Was heard the world around.
What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; the unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate
And courage never to submit or yield,
And what is else not to be overcome.
Heard so oft
In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge
Of battle.
Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanc'd,
Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.
With gems and golden lustre rich emblazed,
Seraphic arms and trophies.
My sentence is for open war.
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| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. II. L. 51.
Others more mild,
Retreated in a silent valley, sing
With notes angelical to many a harp
Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall
By doom of battle.
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| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. II. L. 546.
Black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart.
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| work = Paradise Lost Bk. II. L. 670.
So frown'd the mighty combatants, that hell
Grew darker at their frown.
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| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. II. L. 719.
n Arms on armour clashing brayM
Horrible discord, and the madding wheels
Of brazen chariots ray'd; dire was the noise
Of conflict.
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| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. VI. L. 209.
To overcome in battle, and subdue
Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite
Man-slaughter, shall be held the highest pitch
Of human glory.
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| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. XI. L. 691.
The brazen throat of war.
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| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. XI. L. 713.
What boots it at one gate to make defence,
And at another to let in the foe?
| author = Milton
| work = Samson Agonistes. L. 560.
In the wars of the European powers in matters
relating to themselves we have never taken any
part, nor does it comport with our policy so to
do. It is only when our rights are invaded or
seriously menaced that we resent injuries or
make preparation for our defence.
James Monroe—Annual Message. Dec. 2,
1823.
When after many battles past,
Both tirtt with blows, make peace at last,
What is it, after all, the people get?
Why! taxes, widows, wooden legs, and debt.
Francis Moore—Almanac. Monthly Observations for 1829. P. 23.
Thrilled ye ever with the story
How on stricken fields of glory
Men have stood beneath the murderous iron hail!
Henry Morpord—Coming of the Bagpipes to
Lvcknow. Poem on same story written by
R. T. S. Lowell and Alex. Maclagan.
We had nae heed for the parish bell,
But still—when the bugle cried,
We went for you to Neuve Chapelle,
We went for you to the yetts o' Hell,
And there for you we died!
Neil Munro—Roving Lads. (1915)
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| page = 852
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>'Tis a principle of war that when you can use
the lightning, 'tis better than cannon.
Napoleon I.
Providence is always on the side of the last
reserve.
Attributed to Napoleon I.
| seealso = (See also Voltaire)
| topic = War
| page = 852
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Baptism of fire.
Napoleon HI in a letter to the Empress
Eugenie after Saarbruecken. Referring to
the experience of the Prince Imperial.
England expects every officer and man to do
his duty this day.
Nelson—Signal, Oct. 21, 1805, to the fleet
before the battle of Trafalgar. As reported
inikeLondonTimes,T)ec.26,1905. England
expects that every man will do his duty.
As reported by William Pryce Cunby,
First Lieut, of the Bellerophon. The claim
is that Nelson gave the order "Nelson confides," which was changed to "England expects." See Notes and Queries, Series VI,
IX, 261,283; also Nov. 4, 1905. P. 370.
For bragging time was over and fighting time
was come.
Henry Newbolt—Hawke.
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers;
There was lack of woman's nursing, there was
dearth of woman's tears.
C E. S. Norton (Lady Stirling-Maxwell)
—Bingen on the Rhine.
{{Hoyt quote
| num = | text = <poem>March to the battle-field,
The foe is now before us;
