"Villain, art thou the son of Tamburlaine, And fear’st to die, or with a curtle-axe To hew thy flesh, and make a gapin…"

"’Twas a cutlass swipe, or an ounce of lead, Or a yawing hole in a battered head—"

"... Darkness and empty chairs, This was the port that Alexander Home Had come to with his useless cutlass-wounds And …"

"A simple leaden bullet and a few grains of powder are sufficient in the shortest limit of time to blast and ruin all …"

"An eyewitness of these incidents in Srirangapatna in April 1799, Col Bayly, records in his diary: The rockets and mus…"

"The iron-cased rockets of Mysore alarmed the British. That this was something new that they were encountering becomes…"

"Again we breathe Fresh air and sun through lanes your lances made."

"And is there no war on today? It is the weapons that have changed, that's all. Instead of an axe or scythe or scimita…"

"Arrasado el jardín, profanados los cálices y las aras, entraron a caballo los hunos en la biblioteca monástica y romp…"

"After having razed the garden, profaned the chalices and the altars, by horse the Huns broke into the Monastic librar…"