Battle Quotes
No.	Quotation	Last Name	First Name
1	Why, on this day, the great battle was fought on this ground. On this ground where we now sit, where I saw my two girls dance this morning, where the fruit has just been gathered for our eating from these trees, the roots of which are struck in Men, not	Dickens	Charles
2	Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of hell prepare,) Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened air. Glittering lances are the loom, Where the dusky warp we strain, Weaving many a soldier's doom, Orkney's woe, and Randoer's bane. _The Fatal Sisters_. T. GRAY. Wheel the wild dance, While lightnings glance, And thunders rattle loud; And call the brave To bloody grave, To sleep without a shroud.	Scott	Walter
3	He made me mad To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman, And that it was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digged Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed.	Shakespeare	William
4	By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see (For one who hath no friend, no brother there) Their rival scarfs of mixed embroidery. Their various arms that glitter in the air! What gallant war-hounds rouse them from their lair, And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey! All join the chase, but few the triumph share; The grave shall bear the chiefest prize away, And havoc scarce for joy can number their array.	Byron	Lord
5	From the glittering staff unfurled Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind, With gems and golden lustre rich imblazed, Seraphic arms and trophies; all the while Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: At which the universal host upsent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.	Milton	John
6	When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.	Lee	Nathaniel
7	That voice ... heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle when it raged.	Milton	John
8	Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!	Shakespeare	William
9	We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns, And pass them current too. God's me, my horse!	Shakespeare	William
10	Never be it said That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard. Hence, babbling dreams; you threaten here in vain; Conscience, avaunt, Richard's himself again! Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds. To horse! away! My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.	Shakespeare	William

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