The Inquisitorial vengeance had been hurried by my two-fold escape, and there was to be no more dallying with the King of Terrors
The King of Terrors
met their gaze In ev'ry shape, or form, or phase, He rode upon the bustling shell: They found him where the round shot fell; They heard him in exploding mine, In bayonet gleam they saw him shine; They saw him come with saber's flash, Driving out souls through many a gash; He play'd among the deadly dew, Which soak'd their tatter'd garments Through.
Schenectady proved to be a remarkably rich site for studying "the King of Terrors.
Facing the King of Terrors is a dedication of love, expertly crafted by a senior historian.
Nineteenth-century Americans often referred to death as "the King of Terrors
," although they appear from the modern perspective to be both familiar and comfortable with death.