“No war, or battle's sound
Was heard the world around.
The idle spear and shield were high up hung.”
John Milton On the Morning of Christ's Nativity
Hymn, stanza 4, line 53
On the Morning of Christ's Nativity (1629)
The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (2nd ed. 1654), Virgil's Æneis
“No war, or battle's sound
Was heard the world around.
The idle spear and shield were high up hung.”
John Milton On the Morning of Christ's Nativity
Hymn, stanza 4, line 53
On the Morning of Christ's Nativity (1629)
William Blake Songs of Innocence and of Experience
St. 5
1790s, The Tyger (1794)
Source: Songs of Innocence and of Experience
“A fanatic is a man that does what he thinks th' Lord wud do if He knew th' facts iv th' case.”
Finley Peter Dunne (1867–1936) author
Casual Observations http://books.google.com/books?id=rTUPAAAAYAAJ&q="A+fanatic+is+a+man+that+does+what+he+thinks+th'+Lord+wud+do+if+He+knew+th'+facts+iv+th'+case"&pg=PA258#v=onepage, Mr. Dooley's Philosophy (1900)
Richard Francis Burton (1821–1890) British explorer, geographer, translator, writer, soldier, orientalist, cartographer, ethnologist, spy, lin…
A brief account of the attack that left him scarred from a spearhead that entered one side of his face and exited the other, in "Narrative of a Trip to Harar" (11 June 1855); published in The Journal of the Royal Geographical Society <!-- Vol. 25, pp.136-150 --> (June 1855)
Context: Presently our fire being exhausted, and the enemy pressing on with spear and javelin, the position became untenable; the tent was nearly battered down by clubs, and had we been entangled in its folds, we should have been killed without the power of resistance. I gave the word for a rush, and sallied out with my sabre, closely followed by Lieut. Herne, with Lieut. Speke in the rear. The former was allowed to pass through the enemy with no severer injury than a few hard blows with a war club. The latter was thrown down by a stone hurled at his chest and taken prisoner, a circumstance which we did not learn till afterwards. On leaving the tent I thought that I perceived the figure of the late Lieut. Stroyan lying upon the ground close to the camels. I was surrounded at the time by about a dozen of the enemy, whose clubs rattled upon me without mercy, and the strokes of my sabre were rendered uncertain by the energetic pushes of an attendant who thus hoped to save me. The blade was raised to cut him down: he cried out in dismay, and at that moment a Somali stepped forward, threw his spear so as to pierce my face, and retired before he could be punished. I then fell back for assistance, and the enemy feared pursuing us into the darkness. Many of our Somalis and servants were lurking about 100 yards from the fray, but nothing would persuade them to advance. The loss of blood causing me to feel faint, I was obliged to lie down, and, as dawn approached, the craft from Aynterad was seen apparently making sail out of the harbour.
“For once he was as serious as a spear through the gut.”
Glen Cook book Bleak Seasons
Source: Bleak Seasons (1996), Chapter 66 (p. 187)
H. Rider Haggard book King Solomon's Mines
Source: King Solomon's Mines (1885), Chapter 5, "Our March into the Desert"