war
My sentence is for open war. — John Milton
Others more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes angelical to man — John Milton
Black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dre — John Milton
So frown'd the mighty combatants, that hell Grew darker at their frown. — John Milton
Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of braze — John Milton
To overcome in battle, and subdue Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite M — John Milton
The brazen throat of war. — John Milton
No war or battle sound Was heard the world around. — John Milton
War hath no fury like a non-combatant. — C. E
Thrilled ye ever with the story How on stricken fields of glory Men have stood b — Henry Morford
How stupid are all who deny hope ! How blind are those who affirm the advantage — Morya
We had nae heed for the parish bell, But still—when the bugle cried, We went for — Neil Munro