No War Or Battle Sound

The Nodding Horror Of Whose Shady Brows Threats The Forlorn And Wandering Passenger.

For Contemplation He And Valour Formed; / For Softness She And Sweet Attractive Grace, / He For God Only, She For God In Him: / His Fair Large Front And Eye Sublime Declared / Absolute Rule.

To Overcome In Battle, And Subdue Nations, And Bring Home Spoils With Infinite Man-slaughter, Shall Be Held The Highest Pitch Of Human Glory.

All Seemed Well Pleased, All Seemed, But Were Not All.

A Death-like Sleep, A Gentle Wafting To Immortal Life.