The truly brave,
When they behold the brave oppressed with odds,
Are touched with a desire to shield and save:--
A mixture of wild beasts and demi-gods
Are they--now furious as the sweeping wave,
Now moved with pity; even as sometimes nods
The rugged tree unto the summer wind,
Compassion breathes along the savage mind.
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Song of the brave, how thrills thy tone
As when the Organ's music rolls;
No gold rewards, read more
Song of the brave, how thrills thy tone
As when the Organ's music rolls;
No gold rewards, but song alone,
The deeds of great and noble souls.
[Ger., Hoch klingt das Lied vom braven Mann,
Wie Orgelton und Glockenklang;
Wer hohes Muths sich ruhmen kann
Den lohnt nicht Gold, den lohnt Gesang.]
There is no such thing as bravery; only degrees of fear.
There is no such thing as bravery; only degrees of fear.
'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.
'Tis more brave
To live, than to die.
Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and
unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they read more
Many brave men lived before Agamemnon; but, all unwept and
unknown, are lost in the distant night, since they are without a
divine poet (to chronicle their deeds).
[Lat., Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi; sed omnes illacrimabiles
Urguentur ignotique sacro.]
A true knight is fuller of bravery in the midst, than in the beginning of danger.
A true knight is fuller of bravery in the midst, than in the beginning of danger.
Brave men are brave from the very first.
[Fr., Les hommes valeureux le sont au premier coup.]
Brave men are brave from the very first.
[Fr., Les hommes valeureux le sont au premier coup.]
The brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
The brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
Brave men are all vertebrates; they have their softness on the
surface and their toughness in the middle.
Brave men are all vertebrates; they have their softness on the
surface and their toughness in the middle.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
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How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By all their country's wishes blest!
. . . .
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
