Quotes About Musketry

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

[Rain] is beautiful when it comes hurried and passionate, fleeing from the storm wind, hurled, like a volley of small musketry, against your streaming panes.... It is beautiful in the Midsummer, when it comes in light, soft showers, or, more in earnest, accompanied with thunder-music, straight and heavy; when, as the poet says— "Rolling as in sleep, Low thunders bring the mellow rain."

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.