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Ferryman ho! In the night so black
Hark to the clank of iron;
'Tis heroes of the read more
Ferryman ho! In the night so black
Hark to the clank of iron;
'Tis heroes of the Yser,
'Tis sweethearts of glory,
'Tis lads who are unafraid!
Ferryman ho!
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.
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.
The idol of to-day pushes the hero of yesterday out of our
recollection, and will, in turn, be supplanted read more
The idol of to-day pushes the hero of yesterday out of our
recollection, and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor
of to-morrow.
No man is a hero to his valet.
[Fr., Il n'y a pas de grand homme pour son valet-de-chambre.]
No man is a hero to his valet.
[Fr., Il n'y a pas de grand homme pour son valet-de-chambre.]
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.
He's of stature somewhat low--
Your hero always should be tall, you know.
He's of stature somewhat low--
Your hero always should be tall, you know.
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 hero is the world-man, in whose heart
One passion stands for all, the most indulged.
The hero is the world-man, in whose heart
One passion stands for all, the most indulged.
