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.

Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody, and to that person
whatever he says has an read more

Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody, and to that person
whatever he says has an enhanced value.

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 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.

As you get older it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary

As you get older it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary

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.

Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.

Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.