“There is a fever of the spirit, The brand of Cain’s unresting doom, Which in the lone dark souls that bear it Glows like the lamp in Tullia’s tomb: Unlike that lamp, its subtle fire Burns, blasts, consumes its cell, the heart, Till, one by one, hope, joy, desire, Like dreams of shadowy smoke depart. When hope, love, life itself, are only Dust — spectral memories — dead and cold — The unfed fire burns bright and lonely, Like that undying lamp of old: And by that drear illumination, Till time its clay-built home has rent, Thought broods on feeling’s desolation — The soul is its own monument.”

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> .. the quintessence of all the war-songs.. the sum and substance of all the appetencies, tendencies, and consequences of #MilitaryGlory:

> .. We made an expedition;
We met a host, and quelled it;
We forced a strong position.
And killed the men who held it..
> ..Fierce warriors rushed to meet us;
We met them, and o'erthrew them;
They struggled hard to beat us;
But we conquered them, and slew them.

https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/War_Song_of_Dinas_Vawr
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Another Peace Haiku? This time from Basho and not a JHS student. This one makes me think of Thomas Peabody's War Song, ruins跡 remain.
> The eagles and the ravens
We glutted with our foemen;
The heroes and the cravens,
The spearmen and the bowmen.

> We brought away from battle,
And much their land bemoaned them
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44849/the-war-song-of-dinas-vawr

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/HT @chowleen

The War-song of Dinas Vawr by Thomas Love Peacock | Poetry Foundation

The mountain sheep are sweeter,

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>Fierce warriors rushed to meet us;
We met them, and o'erthrew them:
They struggled hard to beat us;
But we conquered them, and slew them...
>Some sacked his house and cellars,
While others cut his head off.
..
Spilt blood enough to swim in:
We orphaned many children,
And widowed many women.
> The eagles and the ravens
We glutted with our foemen;
The heroes and the cravens,
The spearmen and the bowmen.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44849/the-war-song-of-dinas-vawr
#WarSong #ThomasPeacock
The War-song of Dinas Vawr by Thomas Love Peacock | Poetry Foundation

The mountain sheep are sweeter,

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