| Author |
Quotes |
| Amelia Josephine Burr | You led our sons across the haunted flood, Into the Canaan of their high desire-- No milk and honey there, but tears and blood Flowed where the hosts of evil trod in fire, And left a worse than desert where they passed. |
| Bernard Elliott Bee | See! There is Jackson standing like a stone wall. |
| Anonymous | God and a soldier all people adore In time of war, but not before; And when war is over and all things are righted, God is neglected and an old soldier slighted. |
| Anonymous | O little Force that in your agony Stood fast while England girt her armour on, Held high our honour in your wounded hands, Carried our honour safe with bleeding feet-- We have no glory great enough for you, The very soul of Britain keeps your day. |
| Bible | And the king of Israel answered and said, Tell him, Let not him that girdeth on his harness boast himself as he that putteth it off. |
| Bible | When the action was over and they were returning with joy, they recognized Nicanor, lying dead, in full armor. |
| Bible | And he smote them hip and thigh with a great slaughter: and he went down and dwelt in the top of the rock Etam. |
| Edmund Vance Cooke | Back of the boy is Wilson, Pledge of his high degree, Back of the boy is Lincoln, Lincoln and Grant and Lee; Back of the boy is Jackson, Jackson and Tippecanoe, Back of each son is Washington, And the old red, white and blue! |
| Pierre Jean de Beranger | Each year his mighty armies marched forth in gallant show, Their enemies were targets, their bullets they were tow. |
| William Collins | How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! . . . . By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung. |
| Samuel Butler | Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron! |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge | The knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust, His soul is with the saints, I trust. |
| Unattributed Author | An Austrian army awfully arrayed. |
| Unattributed Author | The king of France with twenty thousand men Went up the hill, and then came down again, The king of Spain with twenty thousand more Climbed the same hill the French had climbed before. |
| Unattributed Author | A thousand leagues of ocean, a company of kings, You came across the watching world to show how heroes die. When the splendour of your story Builds the halo of its glory, 'Twill belt the earth like Saturn's rings And diadem the sky. |
| Unattributed Author | Terrible he rode alone, With his yemen sword for aid, Ornament it carried none But the notches on the blade. |
| William Cowper | He stands erect, his slouch becomes a walk, He steps right onward, martial in his air, His form and movement. |
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