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War, he sung, is toil and trouble ;
Pope, Ode on Cecilia's Day. Cease to consult, the time for action calls, War, horrid war, approaches to your walls ! Pope,Iliad, 11.967. Rash fruitless war, from wanton glory waged, Is only splendid murder. Thomson, Edw. and Eleonora, 1. 1.
War, my lord, Is of eternal use to human kind; For ever and anon when you have pass'd A few dull years in peace and propagation, The world is overstock'd with fools, and wants A pestilence at least, if not a hero. Geo. Jefferys, Edwin. Let the gulld fool the toils of war pursue, Where bleed the many to enrich the few.
Shenstone, Judgment of Hercules, 158. One to destroy is murder by the law, And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe ; To murder thousands takes a specious name, War’s glorious art, and gives immortal fame. Young, L. of F. 7. So stood Eliza on the wood-crowned height O'er Minden's plain, spectatress of the fight; Sought with bold eye amid the bloody strife Her dearer self, the partner of her life ; From hill to hill the rushing host pursued, And view'd his banner, or believ'd she view'd.
Darwin, Loves of the Plants. War's a game which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
Cowper, Tusk, v. 187.
No blood-stain'd victory, in story bright,
Bloomfield, Farmer's Boy, Summer.
Oh, world! Oh, men! what are ye, and our best designs, That we must work by crime to punish crime ? And slay, as if death had but this one gate, When a few years would make their sword superfluous ! Byron. 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 ? In this the struggle was the same with all.
Byron, Lara. Thus, as the stream and ocean greet, With waves that madden as they meet Thus join the bands whom mutual wrong, And fate and fury drive along.
Byron, Giaour. The death-shot hissing from afarThe shock-the shout-the groan of war Reverberate along that vale, More suited to the shepherd's tale : Though few the numbers—their's the strife, That neither spares, nor speaks for life. Byron, Giaour. I own my natural weakness; I have not Yet learn'd to think of indiscriminate murder Without some sense of shuddering ; and the sight Of blood, which spouts through hoary scalps, is not, To me a thing of triumph, nor the death Of men surprised, a glory. Byron, Doge of Ven. III. 2.
With common men There needs too oft the show of war to keep The substance of sweet peace, and for a king, 'Tis sometimes better to be fear'd than lov'd. Ib. Sardanap, 1.2.
War is honourable In those who do their native rights maintain ; In those whose swords an iron barrier are Between the lawless spoiler and the weak; But is, in those who draw th' offensive blade For added power or gain, sordid and despicable As meanest office of the worldly churl. Jo. Baillie, Ethwald. He saw that men, with rage and hate, Made war upon their kind, That the land was red with the blood they shed In their lust for carnage, blind.
And he said “ Alas! that ever I made,
Such is war!
Rufus Dawes (Am.).
Longfellowo. WARNING—see Caution.
Men, that stumble at the threshold,
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. Sh. Lear, 1. 4. WARRIOR.
He was a man of rare, undoubted might,
Sh. Sun. 25. WASHINGTON.
Washington's a watchword such as ne'er
Shall sink while there's au echo left to air.Byron, Age of Bronze. WATER- see Thirst. Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep.
Sh. Hen. vi. 2, 111. 1. More water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of; and easy 'tis Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.
Sh. Tit. And. 11. 1. Water the first of all things we do hold. Pindar(A.Moore)O. 1.
Leal temperance, friends; and hear without disdain
Armstrong, Art P. H. 11. 406.
Till taught by pain,
Wine, wine, thy power and praise Byron, D. J. 11. 84.
Water is the mother of the vine, The nurse and fountain of fecundity, The adorner and refresher of the world.
"Tis a little thing Chas. Muckay, The Dionysia. To give a cup of water; yet its draught Of cool refreshment, draiu'd by feverish lips May give a thrill of pleasure to the frame More exquisite than when nectarian juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours. Talfourd, Sun. III. WEAKNESS-- see Tears.
How sometimes nature will betray its folly,
Sh. Wint. T. 1. 2.
Sh. Jul. C. 1. 2. If weakness may excuse, What murderer, what traitor, parricide, Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it? All wickedness is weakness; that plea. therefore, With God or man will gain thee no remission.
Milton, Sam. Agun. 833.