Quotes About Battle

Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!

O God of battles, steel my soldier's hearts. Possess them not with fear. Take from them now The sense of reckoning ere th' opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them.

Fight till the last gasp.

God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

Strike up our drums! Pursue the scatter'd stray. God, and not we, hath safely fought to day.

The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife, No more shall cut his master.

Give me my longsword, ho!

Il terrorismo fondamentalista, di cui ormai abbiamo esperienza da vari anni, cerca di trascinarci nel suo baratro medievale. Aver permesso loro di trascinarci laggiù e di fronteggiarci sul LORO terreno, significa aver già perso la battaglia. Hanno vinto semplicemente facendoci accettare la loro regola: la PAURA. L'inclinazione ad aver paura implica la disposizione a trasmetterla agli altri.

If this long island story of ours is to end at last, let it end only when each one of us lies choking in his own blood upon the ground.

When York's son, hitherto Earl of March, learned that his father's cause had devolved upon him he did not shrink. He fell upon the Earl of Wiltshire and the Welsh Lancastrians, and on February 2, 1461, at the Battle of Mortimer's Cross, near Hereford, he beat and broke

In the first three months of actual fighting from the last week in August to the end of November, when the German drive against the Channel ports had come to an end and the first great invasion was definitely arrested, the French lost in killed, prisoners and wounded 854,0001 men. In

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The fighting man shall from the sun Take warmth, and life from the growing earth; Speed with the light-foot wind to run, And with the trees to newer birth, And find when fighting shall be done, Great rest and fullness after dearth. The thundering line of battle stands, And in the air Death moans and sings; But day shall clasp him with strong hands, And night shall fold him in soft wings.' JULIAN GRENFELL. Flanders, April, 1915.

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Once more now in the march of centuries Old England was to stand forth in battle against the mightiest thrones and dominations. Once more in defence of the liberties of Europe and the common right must she enter upon a voyage of great toil and hazard across waters uncharted, towards coasts unknown, guided only by the stars. Once more 'the far-off line of storm-beaten ships' was to stand between the Continental Tyrant and the dominion of the world.

The Germans met them in overwhelming strength, and furious fighting began. All but five of the landing party were killed or captured.

Once the sea battle is joined the whole event is in the hand of the Admiral or his successor as long as he can signal; whereas on land, after zero hour has struck, it escapes for the time being almost entirely from the control of the General.

The Australians plunged through the apertures and slew or captured the defenders of the galleries.

War is very cruel. It goes on for so long.

A battle is a veil through which it is not wise to peer.

the war in the West resolved itself into two periods of supreme battle, divided from each other by a three-years' siege.

Let mercy keep company with courage. Follow my advice in this: if in battle you win a man's surrender, then unless he has done you such grievance as amounts to heart's sorrow, accept his oath, and let him live.

You will never find peace with these fascists You'll never find friends such as we So remember that valley of Jarama And the people that'll set that valley free. From this valley they say we are going Do not hasten to bid us adieu Even though we lost the battle at Jarama We'll set this valley before we're through. All this world is like this valley called Jarama So green and so bright and so fair No fascists can dwell in our valley Nor breathe in our new freedoms air.