Amory’s Mate
‘There, where the Battle loudest roars,
Where wide the empurpled deluge pours,
And ghastly Death, his thousands slain.
Whirls his swift chariot over the plain
Whose nodding crest is stain’d with gore,
Whom to some giant-son of Earth,
Strife in strong pangs of childbed bore;
Oh, war! Fierce monster homicide,
Who marchest on with hideous stride,
Shaking thy spear, distilling blood;
Stern God! wolf-hearted and accursed,
Foster’d by Power, by Rapine nursed,
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