Excerpt from The Ethiopian: His Song No shot, no shout, or other warlike sound, Disturbs the warriors: in the silence deep Glorious they lie in their eternal sleep. Some leaders here, perchance, whose names were known Have graves distinguished; others but a stone Carved with a number; and in order laid, They Sleep like soldiers in death's ranks ai rayed One was my ancestor, my mother's sire. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.