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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.
Worship of a hero is transcendent admiration of a great man.
Worship of a hero is transcendent admiration of a great man.
A man must indeed be a hero to appear such in the eyes of his
valet.
[Fr., Il read more
A man must indeed be a hero to appear such in the eyes of his
valet.
[Fr., Il faut etre bien heros pour l'etre aux yeux de son
valet-de-chambre.]
We shouldn't be looking for heroes, we should be looking for good ideas.
We shouldn't be looking for heroes, we should be looking for good ideas.
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one.
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one.
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?
Hail, Columbia! happy land!
Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause.
Hail, Columbia! happy land!
Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause.
The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great read more
The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great are jails,
And head-winds right for royal sails.
My valet-de-chambre sings me no such song.
My valet-de-chambre sings me no such song.