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The sound of battle in the old modes of warfare is represented thus:
Arms on armour clashing, brayed Horrible discord; and the maddening wheels Of brazen fury raged.
Unwieldy bulk and shape is depicted by Milton in these words:
O'er all the dreary coasts So stretched out, huge in length, the arch-fiend lay. But ended foul, in many a scaly fold, Voluminous and vast.
Pope imitated heaven's artillery by the skilful use of two words :
If nature thundered in our opening ears And stunned us with the music of the spheres.
Here are further instances of this attempted sound word-painting:
Disparting towers, Tumbling all precipitate down-dashed, Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon.
Deep echoing groan the thickets brown Rustling, crackling, crashing, thunder down.
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around,
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled
Like noises in a swound.
No modern poet is more conspicuously ingenious in this kind of word-painting than Tennyson. He