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.

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.

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!

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?

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.]

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.]

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.

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.

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.]