Hero-worship exists, has existed, and will forever exist,
universally among Mankind.

Hero-worship exists, has existed, and will forever exist,
universally among Mankind.

To a valet no man is a hero.
[Ger., Es gibt fur den Kammerdiener keiner Helden.]

To a valet no man is a hero.
[Ger., Es gibt fur den Kammerdiener keiner Helden.]

My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening read more

My belt holds my pants up, but the belt loops hold my belt up. I don't really know what's happening down there. Who is the real hero?

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit read more

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.
. . . .
The flames roll'd on--he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

It hath been an antient custom among them [Hungarians] that none
should wear a fether but he who had read more

It hath been an antient custom among them [Hungarians] that none
should wear a fether but he who had killed a Turk, to whom onlie
yt was lawful to shew the number of his slaine enemys by the
number of fethers in his cappe.

Many heroes lived before Agamemnon, but they are all unmourned,
and consigned to oblivion, because they had no bard read more

Many heroes lived before Agamemnon, but they are all unmourned,
and consigned to oblivion, because they had no bard to sing their
praises.
[Lat., Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi: sed omnes illacrimabiles
Urgentur, ignotique longa
Nocte, carent quia vate sacro.]

Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.

Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand.

Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.

Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.

But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds read more

But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word,
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.