Then more fierce
The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell
Of savage rage, the shriek of agony,
The groan of death, commingled in one sound
Of undistinguish'd horrors.
SOUTHEY: _Madoc,_ Pt. ii., _The Battle._
For freedom's battle, once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.
BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 123.
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
CAMPBELL: _Ye Mariners of England._